A Cup of Mookerimungeri and a Good Book.
When I was a little girl my father told me that my great grandmother was a gypsy and used to travel around the country with the fairground telling peoples fortunes for a living from personal items such as a watch or a handkerchief. I have absolutely no evidence that any of this is true but the bohemian in me likes the idea of having gyptian heritage, so I have been reading a few books about these people and their way of life and found it fascinating. The books describe the lives of some of the original Romany families travelling around Britain from the turn of the century up to the 1960s, the two books by Betsy Whyte are autobiographical and the other is written by Rowena Farre who had travelled for a time with the Roma in the 1950’s.
