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Monday, 14 September 2015

Gypsy feet-itis strikes again......

      I have a serious case of gypsy feet..always have had. 









    


Packing the RV...heading out tomorrow for a 2 month wander. Sharon is going to remain home. Do you know what a 'remittance man' was? That's me! Well...not quite,,,she will be flying around, dropping in to meet and play...and then back to Kitimat, only to again, do the fly and play thing. We have people to visit, grandkids to straighten out, and I'll leave the RV for winter someplace less likely to beat it to death, and fly back mid-November.



 And I have a Red Headed gypsy she-devil to keep me in check.







Or maybe I could  be a Remiitance Man....do you know what that is?


From   https://www.british-genealogy.com/threads/71644-Remittance-Men-and-Women"
 

Not all black sheep were convicts, it was very common to send remittance men and women often with their families overseas to get them away from the area where they had disgraced themselves.

A place of residence was bought and regular sums of money deposited in the bank to keep them away. Administration of this was generally arranged with a firm of lawyers, who perhaps kept a friendly or fatherly eye on them.




Jimmy Buffett wrote a song about it..

Sinner on the mainland he's a sinner on the sea
He looks for absolution not accountability
How many destinations oh God he's seen them all
He collects his precious pittance never a port of call
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home no they'll never understand
The Remittance Man
A man of empty pockets from jingling his change
The idleness and grieving for all that he retains
By the harbor lights of Sydney or the Bora Bora moon
He recites his sad confession to the seagulls and the loons
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home no they'll never understand
The Remittance Man
Well you could claim that you were born a prince
But you're the only one you can convince
Survivor with no livelihood that you could ever make it good
But still you dream of what you can pretend
An unexpected passenger boarded in Marseilles
An angel full of tenderness she gave her heart away
She was but a gypsy he was just a stray
They almost made a miracle but it slowly slipped away
So he follows the equator with a wish to run a ground
It's a very vicious circle goin' round and round and round
And he watches from the fantail as the mainland disappears
Just like the Flying Dutchman he's a prisoner of his fears
Remittance Man
Black sheep of the family clan broke too many rules along the way
Remittance Man
So far away from home no they'll never understand
No they'll never understand, no they'll never understand
The Remittance Man


Songwriters
JAY OLIVER / JIMMY BUFFETT/ R. KUNKEL/ R. GUTH / PETE MAYER
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Lyrics © Royalty Network