Siobhan once gave me a much treasured gift—a flat river rock, cool and smooth, with “believe in your dreams” etched upon it. Gently I held that small rock in my hand, and my thoughts drifted to the days of my childhood--back to a time when dreaming was like breathing, and a child’s innocence was the only thing needed to believe…back to the days when my mother’s favorite threat was to send me away with the gypsies—and my favorite dream was to GO. How my child’s heart longed for a gypsy horse and wagon…oh, to live a gypsy’s life--to watch the world’s wonders roll past my window each day, and to sleep beneath the moon and stars each night… Such are the happy dreams of childhood.
Now I am grown, with a daughter of my own, and my childhood dreams all but forgotten. To be sure, Siobhan and I have had horses most of her life. Sadly, the gypsy wagon has remained a dim and dusty memory--until now! A short time ago, I came upon Romany wagon plans for sale. I bought a copy, thinking they would be a nice keepsake for Siobhan—a nod to our heritage, a reminder of our past. To my delight, the plans were clear and concise, and beautifully detailed. Siobhan and I decided at once to use them as they were intended—to build a gypsy wagon. And so we shall…
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