gypsies

When I was growing up in Tennessee a band of gypsies would travel through our small town and work in the cotton and tobacco fields.  Sherry and I were always fascinated by these wanderers.  At Halloween we would dress as gypsies and parade up and down the sidewalks in mama's skirts, beads and scarves, emulating the gypsies.

      

When Sherry and I were in High Springs the other day we saw this little homemade gypsy wagon which prompted us to relive our childhood experiences of gawking at the Gypsies and imagining what it would be like to travel from town to town in wagons, never having a real home.

      

While we were in the antique shop I asked the shopkeeper if that was, in fact, a gypsy wagon.  Unfortunately, the shopkeeper said it was modeled after an Amish wagon.  Well, so much for the gypsy memories.

      

It is so much fun to remember our childhood and the innocence with which we saw the world.  As children, Sherry and I dreamed of pitching tents in fields, sitting around bonfires and playing musical instruments, and of course, riding in the wagon.  We never imagined working in the hot sun for measly wages.  Oh, what fun we had. 

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[Sherry]

Yes, indeed...lots of fun.