Footprints in the paddy fields is both a family portrait and a childhood memoir, set against the vanished would of bamboo huts on spindly timber stilts, a world where one’s prized possessions were makeshift farm tools and a buffalo or two, and where the dead were placed in stone burial jars. those were the days when removing human heads was a form of sport, and the only mode of transport was a pair of good legs.
It is written to preserve some of the old Dusun beliefs and customs, this engaging memoir is a delightful reminiscence of what it was like to a child growing up in the 1960s when Sabah was still known as British North Borneo.
