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Bancroft once on gypsy travel path


Brad Magness was the speaker Jan. 3 at the Presbyterian church.

Linda Perry had all of her family, except for one grandson, with her on Sunday for a Christmas and New Years' celebration. They had beautiful weather and a good time of fellowship, after what seemed like a long time.

Larry Martens will answer yes or no questions and will follow with his eyes whatever is going on in his room. He had developed a small fever, but antibiotics soon took care of that. He is moving his limbs on both sides — a good improvement.


Bancroft seemed to be on a direct route from Canada to wherever the gypsies spent their winters. A regular thing in the spring and fall would be to hear the jingle of the harness and the creaking of the wide wheels as the caravan entered town. The children would run as fast as they could to their homes. They would gather up the toys and playthings as they went on their way.  They learned early on that anything left outside would disappear quickly. Chickens, pans and even clothes from the line had other owners when the wanderers were gone. It seemed that if a place was hospitable and would be forthcoming with food, they would leave a certain mark to let others know that it was an alright place to stop.

In later years, they traveled with huge old cars packed full of people, with children hanging from every window. They traveled slowly because the lady who was the head of the tribe never rode in anything but her special wagon. They would camp in somebody's pasture, and one morning would be gone. Their annual pilgrimage seemed to come to an end during the ‘30s.


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