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