Gypsy baby

a trip to the mister's homeland

this weekend for a family wedding

led to a trip to the cemetery

to visit the graves of his parents

my kids were fascinated

it was sweet and sad when 

Anna put dandelions on their grave and kissed it

she never knew them

the kids had a zillion questions

but not as many as I did

when the mister offered up this tidbit

him:    this is the grave of the gypsy baby that my grandma took care of

me:  (incredulously)  WHAT???

me: there was a gypsy baby?

me: what does that mean?

me: real gypsies?  in Wisconsin?

me: what happened to her?

me: why did your grandma take care of her?

me: what happened to her parents?

me: how did she die?

him:  (shrug) I don't know if you noticed but my family are not really talkers

we are kinda light on the details

me: GAAAAH!