Friday, June 6, 2008
The Gypsy in Me
In Hungary, every spring the middle and upper classes would do what many of us do in America: Spring Cleaning. They would take clothes, furniture, kitchen ware and other junk and pile it up in front of their homes. They weren't doing this so that the garbage man would haul it away, they were leaving it for the gypsies.
And come the gypsies would with big carts or bags to load up anything they could use, sell, salvage, or recycle. The problem was that I wanted so bad to join them. There is a scrounge within me dying to get out! Finally I could take it no longer and I began scrounging and putting things in my backpack. I took a serving tray, a blouse, an old lady dress, and a vase. And had I the resources to haul it and the knowledge that I would be at an apartment for longer than 6 weeks I would have taken furniture too. Cause heck! we're talking free Hungarian antiques!
Anyway, today I had an ultrasound appointment and as I drove through the avenues in Salt Lake, I began to notice big piles of junk on the sidewalk. How absolutely wonderfully Hungarian! I didn't pull over to scrounge like I wanted to, but I did check for Gypsies. There weren't any in the area...yet.