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Gypsy Caravan (c) Kristin Espinasse
I fell in love with this roulotte, or gypsy caravan, in Hyères. Don't show my mom this photo -- or she'll be text messaging me in seconds--and in ALL CAPS--instructing me to cash in the kids' college fund -- and buy the wooden trailer! Travel, Jules might argue, is the best education. More photos in the upcoming photo blog.

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Holy moly! After Monday's ooh-ooh taboo topic, we'll steer clear of Hallelujah... Hobos & Hippies in today's word-a-day!

saisonnier, saisonnière (say-zohn-yay, say-zohn-yair) noun

    : itinerant, seasonal worker

adjective: seasonal (Also: la dépression saisonnière = seasonal depression)
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C'est parce que le travail que recherche le hobo est par essence mobile et saisonnier (travaux publics, moissons, etc.) qu'il adopte précisément ce mode de vie et nul autre. A la difference du vagabond, pour lequel "faire la route" se suffit à soi-même...


Anyone care to translate the example sentence? Answers welcome in the comments box!

A Day in a French Life...
by Kristin Espinasse

"...the less I have, the more I am a happy man..."

Hippies, Hobos, and How To live life. Such are the thoughts of a 14-year-old. It is late and my son should be in bed. Instead, he tiptoes down tommette* tiled stairs, to the kitchen, to join me at the dinner table, where I have sat down to a late meal, solo.

Max shares with me his day, including les rabs* he ate at the cantine* (he loved the broccoli quiche, which dispels yet another self-made myth: that the French don't like broccoli. I guess you have to team it with eggs and a buttery crust, to experience such broccoli lust). 

I notice the highlights in my son's hair, sun-kissed blond -- and, come to think of it, too long? He'll need to get it cut again soon. Then again, maybe this is the style he's after? As if reading my mind, Max says:

"I am not a hippie... but I think like them."
"Oh really, how's that?" I ask, pushing my plate over to a still-hungry boy.
"I think they are right to bring peace and love into this world," Max states, before quickly finishing off my plate. He is growing and ever hungry for food and, more and more, for meaning; I wish I could give him platefuls of it... instead of asking him to share notes.

When my teenager is not sharing sage words, it is song that he passes along. I leave you with the thoughtful lyrics to one of his favorites. Enjoy them, below, and let Max and me know what you think of the paroles. (The French lyrics follow).
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~French Vocabulary~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
la tommette (tomette) (f)
= hexagonal floor tile; le rab (m) = seconds (second helping of food); la cantine (f) = cafeteria, dining hall
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"Like a Hobo" by Charlie Winston

I’ve always known
Since I was a young boy
In this world, everything’s as good as bad

Now my father told me always speak a true word
And I have to say that is the best advice I’ve had

Because something burns inside of me
It’s everything I long to be

And lies they only stop me from feeling free

Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me

I’ve never yearned for anybody’s fortune
The less I have the more I am a happy man
Now my mother told me always keep your head on
Because some may praise you just to get what they want

And I said mama I am not afraid
They will take what they will take
And what would life be like without a few mistakes

Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me
Like a hobo from a broken home
Nothing’s gonna stop me

Comme Un Vagabond
J’ai toujours su
Depuis tout petit
Que dans ce monde, tout est aussi bon que mauvais
Mon père m’a dit un jour de toujours dire la vérité
Et je dois dire que c’est de loin le meilleur conseil que j’ai reçu
Parce que j’ai quelque chose qui brûle à l’intérieur
C’est tout ce que je désire être
Et les mensonges ne font que me priver de ma liberté


... French lyrics from GreatSong.Net

Video

Selected Hobo Terms
Tokay Blanket
: drinking alcohol to stay warm
Banjo : a portable frying pan
Blowed-in-the-glass : a genuine, trustworthy individual
California Blankets : newspapers, intended to be used for bedding
Padding the hoof : to travel by foot
Spear biscuits : looking for food in garbage cans
...do not miss many more colorful terms at the Wikipedia entry for Hobo

Three Random Words:
esclaffer
= to burst out laughing
un hochet (m)
= rattle (toy)
un orteil
(m) = toe

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Monique

Your post is so apropos for me today.May I tell you a quick story?
We had to stop at that big Costco for a few minutes yesterday..I followed my husband in.. I needed nothing.. He walked by a Queen set mattress and box spring.. he has scoliosis and ours is very old.. This one was on a great Costco sale.. With no Gypsy Caravan with us..just my small car.. we knew.. Ce n'est pas possible..Another couple was buying one putting it into a huge trolley..We asked if they were having it delivered..does Costco deliver? They said they borrowed a truck from the employer(They garden 1 day a week at this man's home)..We joked do you deliver?
We had never met.They looked at each other with something..something that said.. they always almost agree when it comes to things.. a comfort..

And asked where we lived.. well we live far enough ..ap 1/2 hr.. in a small small town.. they said "as we bring our set home.. we are stopping at our daughter's in your town to pick up a fridge....
we will bring your set to your home".

Imagine our smiles..Not really in the fact that the mattresses would come home..The fact that perfect strangers offered to do this.
She came in our car with us and her husband and son followed us..
In the car I repeated that this was so nice of them.

She said: "Nous sommes choyés dans la vie.. et ça déborde ".
They have had their shares of sorrow.. have worked very hard..and will soon leave on a 3 month backpacking trip to India for his 65th birthday.
Max.. is brilliant!Not to mention his great name:) and his wonderful taste in music.
I love the caravan also.

Evelyn Jackson

Love the video.As an aging hippie myself, I totally agree with Max. He is a wise young man! Tell him that a hippie community still exists in the mountains of Colorado...a tiny town called Ward, west of Boulder. Old hippies and young people with gorgeous dreads live there and look a lot like the people in the Youtube video! No, I didn't live there. I lived in Nederland right down the road, an old mountain town that is fast becoming Yuppie-fied. Loved the gypsy wagon!!

Kristin

Monique: thank you for your story and encore, encore... we can never have too many stories concerning the kindness of strangers.

Susan W

Tommettes don't need to be hexagonal. They are simply terracotta floor tiles – what in the UK are called quarry tiles I think. In the Touraine they are generally square, and can be found on any floor of the house, getting smaller in dimension from the ground floor to the attic.

coffeedog

Good story. I'm not going to attempt the translation, but I think I get jist :-)

Ellyn

Because the work the hobo is looking for is by nature mobile and seasonal is precisely why he adopts that life in contrast to a vagabond for whom the travel is enough reason in and of itself - our best guess, anyway.

Jules Greer

FOR THE GARDEN BY THE CREEK...PERFECT.

HIPPIES ARE WANT-A-BE GYPSIES -

XOXO

JULES

Pat

Merci Max and Kristin -

Max. you have a marvelous vision and keeping your heart and your head in the right place, you will go far, very far. And what is the "right" place for one's heart and head. I am not sure, but it must have a lot to do with truth and beauty.

The truth of seeing the world in all its vast complexity and accepting and thriving upon our differences; the beauty of simplicity, that each person is, quite simply, who THEY are, not the vision of their parents or grandparents or teachers; but the heart and soul of their spark of spirit. I think each of us is a part of life-giving Great Spirit. Live it! It is one of today's blessings for me to be reminded through a child of the mattermost. The less we try to "make" the world in our own limited image, in our own interpretation of the unknowable, the better off we will be.

So I raise my coffee cup ce matin a Max (how I love that name, aussi) et famille, that you may thrive and increase in love and appreciation and le joie de vivre de la grand opportunity, this mysterious business of Life!

Pat

Love the video - mille mercis!

Renate Pealer

Translation of today's quote...
It is because of the work that he is looking for, the hobo is essentially mobile and a seasonal worker (Public work, harvests), that he precisely adopts this style of life and no other. Different from the vagabond for whom “to travel/ to follow the route” suffices by itself…

Peggy

I love the caravan, (have always wanted one) and agree with Jules that it would be perfect in the garden by the stream. It would make a perfect little hidaway. I'm sure Jules would want to have it for her own when she visits. It would be a very inspiring studio, ofice or hangout. But would you have to get the horses to go with it?

Mona

Nice music Max and Kristin and awesome picture! And Hallelujah indeed....whew!

BTW, are there people living in the gypsy caravan or was is just by the side of the road?

lovingly,
-m

Kristin

Mona: the caravan was by the side of the road, outside of Hyères. (No one living it.)I thought the sign on the side of it read "cerise à vendre" but, on closer look, it read simply "à vendre" (re "cerise" the cherry red paint played a mind game on me).

At the sight of the "For Sale" sign, my heart began pounding and I pulled off the side of the road in time to calm down... and call the owner! (an actor... who had more character in his pinky than the caravan had in its, uh, front tire :-) I guess that means the caravan, finally, had the most character -- but the man was a close second!

Mona

Even better Kristin...what if there was something strange inside! I send you my cats if you decide to buy it. I cannot really send you my cats, they will drive you nuts.

BTW, I felt my heart pounding too when I read "For Sale"! Et je ne sais pas pourquoi!

Bon Mercredi!

xx

Claudia

Great post.
I love the caravan I wish I could turn the photo and see what the side looks like. The cross is really interesting and so is the little horse head.

As always I look forward to Cinema Verite for an inspiring Saturday morning:).

Even more wonderful Kristin is your story of being joined by your 14 yr old sage at the table 'after hours' for late night thoughts on life.
Your music is great Max thank you. I agree with you, I think it is important for all of us to bring more peace and love to our World and individual lives continually in what ever way we can.

Translation?- Because the hobos work is essentially mobile and seasonal (public works, reaping, etc) he adopts this particular way of life and no other. Unlike the vagrant, for whom "to hit the road/travel"is sufficient.

Wishing you all love and peace.

JacquelineBrisbane (Oz)

Good Karma to Max and all his family.... and all the people who were moved by his thoughts and that wonderful song (a discovery for me). Merci mille fois.

babook

i like that picture a little bit retro ,with your talking about the hippies about the peaces . i`m not a hippies too but also i like them of the style of mind it nice so !

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