Would you willingly associate with an itinerant?

Question

Katkat - I do not underestimate you.

Answer 1

If you mean the kind of person who has no real home.

Then yeah, I'd be friends, take care of them, if of course they were friends before they lost their home.

Friends are friends... end of.

Sorry you didnt explain yourself much.

Alex.

Answer 2

Hang on a mo while i just go and consult my dictionary.......

Answer 3

which newspaper was that in?

Answer 4

Yes, I am one

Answer 5

I have had two experiences with two different stories:

When I was a young girl, there were a family of gypsies who used to come from time to time to stay in the woods near our house. They had one of those real old fashioned traditional caravans with little doors at the back, and it was painted red. I used to go and visit them and sit by the fire and play with their kids. I always longed to go inside the caravan to see how they could possibly live in such a small place. They were lovely company, told wonderful stories, and my mother never detered me from going. (Those were the days of innocence and freedom, without the thought of "bad" things happening to you)

One day the lady let me go inside the caravan and have a look around, I just loved the little lace curtains and brightly coloured bedspreads. It was a joy to see. So neat, tidy and clean.

I've held that memory for 40 years, and maybe my own wanderlust comes from that expereince who knows?

The other was when I first moved to Spain 17 years ago, where I lived there used to be a tramp who helped collect the beer bottles for th bars who had tables in the street, and they used to give him money to get by. He was a sad looking character, and I asked someone if they knew his story. It turned out that he used to be a high ranking policeman, and his wife and child got killed in an accident, and from then on he went downhill, until eventually he was on the street. He had relatives, but did not want anything from them, but once and a while his brother managed to get him home for a shave etc.

When ever I see these people, it always reminds me......never judge anyone by what you see, their story may be alot harder than you imagine. I never juge, I just thank God it isn't me!!

Answer 6

Why not?  They're as good as you or I.

Answer 7

When i was small, in the 1950's, we had a lovely tramp called Spud Murphy travelled the various villages in North Yorkshire and worked on farms in all seasons. He wouldn't sleep inside dispite all the offers he had from various people and preferred to sleep in barns or outside summer and winter. He had a beautiful collie dog called Bess who he pushed around in a silver cross pushchair when she became too old to walk too far and we all loved him and her. My parents gave him work, food and money and he gave us a friendship that was unique. He told us of his tales and travels on the road, the places he stayed and worked in and about the nights he spent under the stars watching foxes and badgers with their babies, the owls bringing their little ones out of the nest and teaching them to hunt their natural food - mice, voles etc. When he died he was 82 years old and had been working the previous day and the farmer found him curled up in the barn near the animals he loved. Bess had been dead for a number of years by then but he still had the pushchair with all his belongings on it - they weren't very much but they were his world. He had left a letter with my father and with our local doctor about twenty years previously which they were to open on his death. He died in 1979 and left everything he owned to the RSPCA - he had not only been a very happy traveller but also someone who was a lot more intelligent than most gave him credit for - he left over £500,000.00 which he had in various bank accounts and in stock exchange investments. In all the years my father and our doctor had known him he had only ever been ill once and that was with the Asian flu and even then he refused a bed in our house or going to hospital and our doctor treated him in the barn where he preferred to sleep with our Jersey cattle and my mother tending him with bowls of fresh chicken soup and home made bread - well in those days that's what you had!

There was another traveller called Freddy Manners who called periodically but he kept himself to himself and when he died in the late 1960's we found out that he was actually the son of a very wealthy family who he had fallen out with but he had independant means and often paid to stay in places instead of working his way. Some of todays itinerant brigade aren't what they seem either. We certainly had one in York last year who was begging on the street during the day and then around four in the afternoon made his way back to his new Mercedes in Marygate car park!

Answer 8

Can't see why not if they're decent human beings but I wouldn't seek them out especially.

Answer 9

Yes. Every traveller has a story to tell.

Answer 10

Is everyone determined to make me cry today? First Misty with the lions and now Helen s with Spud Murphy and his dog in a pram !

Sorry Mrs probationer officer lady I've lost the plot I can't answer now I need to go and splash some cold water on my face.

Answer 11

Actually,,,,,,,,,,,,,,No