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June 07, 2017
November 01, 2019
Because my maternal grandmother told a beloved story about being a very little girl who shared a drink & tea sandwich w/ a “Gypsy” woman on an island off the coast of Maine, who in return gave her the gift of prophesy, it wasn’t until my son & daughter-in-law brought it to my attention a few years ago that I might as well use the “N” word as to use a racial slur for the Romani people. Egad! I had no idea! My grandmother had gone on to start a tea room where she read tea leaves & palms along w/ doing numerology & astrology. In fact that is where she & my grandfather met, when he came selling sundries from his father’s wholesale business. Then, in the 90’s, I was selling handmade paper journals & photo frames from my “Gypsy Caravan” station wagon. Thankfully, the use of that word is now behind me. Thanks for bringing attention to this important topic.
On the Gandhi front, here’s a clip of my daughter-in-law’s father (my grandson’s maternal grandfather [I’m his paternal grandmother]): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5QAqyyzmrI
June 08, 2017
Beautiful caring individual creative – making the world a better place with love and acceptance of all cultures in her art. Keep moving. keep loving!
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