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for the horse he first traded. That was $180 plus a horse to get his original horse back.”
Another story from Aubrey: “There was an old bachelor man right up at the start of Smedley Hollow. His name was Joe Clatterbuck. He was a very proper, old unmarried man. He was telling everyone that he had gone to get his fortune told by a gypsy and the woman had gotten familiar with him. Well, Joe was so insulted, so offended. Everyone ribbed him about that for a long time.”
“I had been told, ‘be good or the gypsies will get you,’” said Anne Keyser. “My mother never said that, but other neighbors did.” Like Dorothy Hawkins, young Anne found the gypsies fascinating. “I liked the way they looked,” she said. “They had skirts with great big bright flowers, plaitted hair, scarves and shawls and dangly earrings. The men wore bandanas around their heads and sometimes around their necks, too. In every pocket there was a mouth harp.
“I was in Laurel Mills store one day -1 guess I was 15 or 16. I was in the front of the store when a wagon load of gypsies pulled up. Mr. Speilman, the owner, had me sit up on the counter with the yard goods. He said not to let them pick up the cloth or touch it. He had other employees and some customers spread out through the store and told them to stand their ground and not move.
“They came in the store. They were exactly like flies, the way they buzzed around the yard goods. The women were laughing and talking and came directly to the goods. I told them
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