on meeting ruminants

On meeting ruminants  My mother had tuberculosis, and my sister and older brother sent to a children's home, where the idea was strictness My brother didn't come he had an accident with  a hand grenade, he threw, but not far enough ended up in hospital and later sent to an island breaking stones in a quarry My sister and I had gone to a Roma wedding and had been told not to go to, a real working-class do, the bride was pregnant in white, with plenty of food, and booze to  Everything began fine music and dance, until a woman in a jealous rage, tore at the hair of another woman Other women joined the melee, depending on the family lines, but soon the men fired up by booze and dance  joined in a mass fighting. Police were called, they came with batons swinging  when peace ensued the police went back to their  station, no arrest was made When we got back to the children's home, she went to the house for girls and I to the house for boys I sat in the piano room, which had a picture of men with long beards, looking serious when the boss arrived to punish me came in, I threw a vase at him The next morning, I was sent to a farm to learn how to milk cows and and an enduring respect for ruminants is always on my mind, as is their mild nature