Reply #73: Oops, I forgot the communist. Also...

[rebel with a cause]

Look, in the fifties and sixties they were called Gypsies. It may be offensive now, but I grew up with members of this group and they called themselves that then. It was not a derogatory name to us by any means. How they came to live in my village was they use to camp every year in a field only about three or four blocks from where I grew up, but it was across the railroad tracks where the farm land began. This all happened before I was born. When they camped they would have a carnival like, and all the people would go there. One year a young man went to the camp, fell in love with one of the girls and stayed with them when they left. He traveled with them for a while, I think it was until his mother was dying or had died, but then came back home with the girl as his wife, and settled into his families house. I was born during this time and when I was a child I remember when he started a business and some of his in-laws came to work for him and live there. One of his in-laws was the Queen of the Gypsies and when she died she was buried there in the town's cemetery and every year they have a big gathering out at her grave site. everyone is envious of the amount of honor that is shown to her and of the flowers that are placed on her grave. The last I knew her daughter was the Queen and lives there still.

edited for spelling.