LYNN MASSACHUSSETTS DEC 10 1920
Extract from The Sunday Herald Syracuse Dec 10th 1920 (From Sandy Buckland)
Kings and Crowns have been going fast in recent years yet Old Bill Stanley 93 wears more firmly the invisible crown of Gypsy Majesty.
Old Bill is patriarch of the Stanley tribe of English Gypsies who roam New England from May to till early November like the circus Bill has folded his tent and gone into winter quarters, a pretty white cottage on the outskirts of Lynn.When I called there was quite a flutter a half a dozen babies Bill's great-grandchildren tumbled from the kitchen door to greet us and the Old king's son James a handsome fellow of 40 went amiably in search of his aged parents.
He found him in the cellar stowing wood. Old Bil emerged a little bent old figure thin and wiry with peering eyes, he chuckled toothlessly when I asked him how the king buisness was doing, “Well now perhaps I am like the King of England more of a demorcat than I am a King” he answered.
“It always makes me mad for folks to give Gypsies a bad name, it ain't right to think because we're wanderers we're shiftless or dishonest”
PROUD OF FAMILY
The Stanley's - He drew himself up with regal pride that blinded one to his tattered clothes “The Stanley's have family lady, my mother was a Squire's daughter from the North of England, they cast her out because she married one of the wandering clan , But Why, we dealt in Horses. We loved the woods and open road and God's pure air and the simple life is that a disgrace ? “ No lady I tell you it was the best life “.
Old Bill and his wife Marilla came from England here nearly 60 yrs ago They lived in gay painted wagon and often in a tent, Papa Stanley kept up his horse trading.
TIMES HAVE CHANGED
Mamma Stanley wove beautiful baskets and told fortunes and sometimes danced. The Healthy Stanley family babies grew up and married and had babies themselves. The Stanley Clan now number some 200
“Times have changed” said the little bent King, “ My wife is gone – Yes I suppose you may call her Queen if you wish , She was a Queen of brains and heart”.
The Stanley's havent been the same since , we dont go away far now, Nothing is like it used to be Everything costs so much, People hurry so and they dont come buy Horses now Why even my son travels now in a auto!
TOO MUCH WORRY
That's the trouble with living nowadays everything's hurry, Folks wear themselves out They ought to copy us Gypsies Look how long we live and our kind have survived from the time of the first wandering tribes of Egyptians. That's how the name “Gypsy” come.
I'll propably live years, yet there ain't nothing much the matter with me I've always ate drank what I wanted and smoked. It ain't food and drink and smoking that hurts a man It's worry We dont worry. Old Bill stopped talking and puffed on his pipe. Ther are certain establishments that would improve him, but sound in heart and clean in mind is this sovereign Stanley of the open road , this surviving King in a world of tottering thrones.
SATURDAY DECEMBER 11 1920