Gypsies!

Nichole Remmert writes:

Hi there - I love your blog and tweets; I remember bits of my own childhood when I read your stuff.

My own nagymama died before I ever knew her, when my mom was just 14.  Her father was always at work (and not Hungarian), and The Uncles (her mother's brothers) saw to it that she would be raised a good little Magyar.  My mother was rebellious though, and when The Uncles would tell her she wasn't behaving to their standards, she'd bait them saying that we were, "... nothing but a bunch of gypsies..."  THE HORROR!  (in reality, the family was nemes - noble - and The Uncles were fiercely proud; so much so that even eating corn was rebellious for my mother, as she'd grown up forbidden to eat such peasant foods).

Funny how people become their parents (or in this case, their Uncles) when they have children of their own.  While mom remained a fan of corn, I was always sternly warned that if I wandered off, I'd be captured by wild bands of gypsies, who'd kidnap me...
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