When the twins were younger they had their own language.
They only spoke it to each other….along with a lot of hand waving and pointing and giggling.
Sometimes I would hear them in the living room chattering away. One twin would say “zoobagodago…..zzzzoooobbbaadoooo.” And then the other twin would nod in agreement….toddle across the room and point and reply “zahbagada.”
As if it made perfect sense.
Which of course it did.
I never really understood what they were saying….but every now and then I would try to chime in with a “zahbagadddddo” or a “zazaboooodo.”
Just for moral support.
Maybe I tried to talk the language because I always wanted to be a twin…..
….but mostly because I always wanted to have a secret language and talk to my friends in a way that only we understood and no one else could…..
….just like the hobos.
In the early 1900’s hobos rode the rails and worked odd jobs and traveled from one place to another with everything they owned in a knapsack.
There were hundreds and thousands of them traveling from one end of the country to the other.
It was a brotherhood.
A secret society…..
…..with it’s own language.
The hobos would scratch symbols in the dirt in front of a house or business to leave a message for the next hobo that came that way.
For example…..a bird symbol in the dirt….meant “free telephone.”
A cat symbol…..meant “kind-hearted woman.”
A circle with two arrows…..meant “get out fast.”
A circle with an x…..meant “free hand-out.”
It was a tough life…..full of challenges and heartache and empty stomachs and empty pockets. Misunderstood and many times mistreated….the road they traveled was never smooth.
Maybe that’s why this symbol with its two intertwined circles was so vitally important.
It was meant to encourage and uplift and provide strength for the long journey ahead…..with a simple message…..
….”never give up.”
A message for the ages.
Never give up.
A message for today.
Never give up.
A message for the battles and storms and challenges of life.
Because sometimes when it seems the darkest….sometimes when everything within seems to be closing in and the darkness is all around…..
….light and joy and hope are found right around the next bend in the road.
Waiting just for you.
PS I found Kristine Kennedy….the artist that makes these necklaces…..on Tybee Island. I was so fascinated by the hobo story and the meaning behind the pendants….that I bought three and begged her to let me feature them on the blog.
You can visit her shop….here.
You can enter Thistlewoodfarms at check out to get $2.00 off any order.