She misses days gone by as a Traveler in her horse drawn vargo. She misses dancing around the campfire and the lively chatter with family and friends.
She misses telling stories of how her family came to America to have freedom and prosper, and how in America they still were not able to stay in one place for very long, as the good townspeople would run them off fearing that their children would be kidnapped or that they would be robbed in the night.
She craves to feel the wind in her hair and the sun on her cheeks again. She craves to feel the sway of her vargo and horse and hear the children talking and laughing and playing as they walk and run alongside her wagon.
Sophia‘s dream before she passes from this world into the next is a trip to the desert to meet with her long lost Romnichael family and friends who work there as entertainers. Sophia‘s grandson wanted her to fly there because of her age, but Sophia had had enough of being confined and lacking a good wagon, or vargo as they were called in her day, she insisted that her grandson drive her there in his horseless one.
Sophia would not take no for an answer, and her grandson, loving her with all his might, would do anything to please her. So away they went.
Maybe you did not see the little smile on Sophia‘s face and the twinkle in her eye as she began her journey! She hears the music, sees the firelight………………………..
How’s that for her story?