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bang30
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| 27 Apr 2006 01:41 |
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i was thinking abut my unkle today..if there ever was a king of the gipses it was him ..he was my dads unkul my graneys brother ..but he was unkel to me .. he past away last year ;one of the last atachapen coleir rat romani mushes..he stands 6feet 2 and can cour for fun but never corsed a fight in his life..he fought the best and beat the best..and the men he beat never had a bad word agenst him..he coud find a hochy better than any man and had some of the best canegra jukles in the contrey..he cud roker rumness like a man cud speak english..black white jew .gorger or gipsy he wud take you in feed you till you cood not walk and make you feel like one of the famly..
he woke me up one morning about 6 ..it was a cushty sumers morning but i was nafly with the livinda from the night before ..he seid ''get up my big dinla i want to show you something''i thought what evers this..his truck was out side ..i seid ''were we going unkl erik..he seid ..shut your mouth and get in boy'' well what cud i say'' go on then....well we drove for agess'' he seid are you hungry my lad/but it was in rumness as alwass with him/i seid a bit ..ill take you to the best place for breackfast youv ever seen in your live my boy iv nown this old rakly for years he seid..and as ushul he was rite'' it was handsome ..i eat like a pig that day..so we went on and i stil dident no what i was going to see..road after road 'feld after feld ..til at last we came to a old winding traile that leaded to a old apple orcherd soronded by trees..
well here we are he seid ''dordy i thought what evers this..
he went on...whene i was a little boy we ust to pull here every sumer ..there were 5 or 6 wagons and we wud meet up here in this ortcherd every year ..all the men would go corsing for conegras and shushys and the old raklys would go out dukering and seling what thay cud to earn bread money..he told me how he men would cook the conengres in the big pots and make gipsy tea..and he told me that my grandad puled here and met me grany at bruf hill fair..and how all the dogs were beter then coss ther was more heairs to hunt....well we talked for a dost of cherus...and when we got home we went to the kichimur and talked some more..i realy wish i cud go back there again ..you dont no at the time.but that was one of the best day's of my life,, this is not meant to be a story it;s just something that i wantd to tell ya..i cud say it all in rumness but some people dont no it and that would be igrent..all the best |
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bang30
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| 27 Apr 2006 10:30 |
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i do have a diffrent story ..about me 8 pint's a horse and my fiddle
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scoope01
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| 03 Sep 2006 22:05 |
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| Hi Bang30, that is a great story, I didn;t want it to finish! Tell us some more!!! Kushti Bok! Sheri |
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