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Rural America, Gypsies and me

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It becomes obvious to me that I live in rural America when I come across a folky scene just like the one I encountered yesterday. Okay it went like this: I was driving home from the big city, well what I call the big city, and while cruising down the highway listening to the radio I almost had an accident. Why, because to my left in a little country cemetery, where my Grandparents are buried, was a horse trailer. I thought to myself, “that’s odd why is a horse trailer parked in the cemetery.” Then I took a closer look and saw a man with his hat in his hand holding the reins to his horse. They both stood in front of a grave stone. It was as if they were praying or paying respects to a loved one who had passed. I was so astonished by what I saw and I really wanted to get off the highway and take a picture but something told me not to impose and keep it as a visual memory.  It was an unforgettable sight. I wish I could have captured it with my camera but I guess that would have been rude.

Speaking of rural America I recently came across some info on my southern roots. They are about as rural as one can get. The rumor has always been that my great-grandmother was an American Indian but I found some info to the contrary. She may really have been a gypsy.  She never really said anything about where she came from or who her family was. It was just assumed by the way she looked, long braid down her back, long skirts to the floor, dark eyes, weathered skin, etc that she was Indian.  Duci was silent about her life and her past. The gypsy evidence would explain a lot, like her total separation with her family, no birth certificate, her fortune telling predictions, odd beliefs and stories,. I didn’t know her well, the truth is she kind of scared me by the way she would look at me like she knew something I didn’t and then just turn and walk away.  

Gypsies weren’t welcome anywhere back then and many tried to pass themselves off as Native Americans because that group was better excepted. I’ve always wondered how roots or ethnicity play a role in who we are, even if we were never exposed to that culture.  I’m curious to know if certain tendencies creep in because of our DNA. What do you think? 

xo-jj

July 21, 2009 Posted by | family woes, me, secrets | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Gosh, I Love days like this

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I had a rather unusual day yesterday. It started out the same as most; too much coffee, time in the garden, new items added to my store, time here with you but when I went to the mail box I discovered that my “To write love on her arms” tee-shirt arrived. Yahoo, I love it!  After I slipped it over my head, I set out to run a few errands but got side tracked by a sign that read old cameras for sale. Well it’s no guess what I did or a big surprise when my car veered off it’s path in the direction of oz. You know I had to at least take a peek at what they had to offer. The sale was held in a dirty garage attached to a very run down house by a nice woman and her grown sons. I started my investigation of the merchandise right away. By this time my heart was somewhere in my throat- old Polaroids! There were so many to choose from. They weren’t a bargain, someone had done their homework. Despite the fact that the price wasn’t right and the fact that these cameras had belonged to a relative, so the sellers knew nothing about them or even if they were in working order- I bought three. Call me crazy I don’t care, I was on cloud nine. Two of the cameras are Polaroids one from the seventies and one from the fifties. The third camera is an old Kodak instamatic from the sixties with  range finder focus and guess what it has a half used roll of film in it. Part of me is so excited to see what’s on the roll and the other feels a little funny to be in possession of something so personal. Then there is this little voice that says who knows what you’ll find, it might be something you don’t want to see. Uh huh, I have a pretty vivid imagination.

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I will be taking a trip to the camera shop very soon to pick up N batteries and see if they can give me any insight on how it works. The Polaroid land camera from the fifties will take a lot more looking in to.

On the ride home I passed a house with some rather unusual yard art. I couldn’t really get a good shot of it from across the road and I could only hold up traffic for so long. Yeah, people swear at me sometimes. After my adventure and my head totally occupied by old cameras and yard art most of what I fully intended to take care of went right out the window.

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 Notice all the little statues in the car and the tikki torches wrapped in x-mas garland on each end. There are solar lights positioned as head lights and plastic flowers everywhere.. You probably can’t see most of the glass looking figures but look at the deer on the back and owl in the garland. It gave me a giggle.

Gosh I love days like this!

Have a happy, happy and totally safe 4th of July weekend.

xo-jj

July 2, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 9 Comments