He was a gypsy, part of a gypsy band. His name was Solomon Levi Brown. His coming was not a part of his parents’ plans but was more of an example of the old saying that accidents cause people. As a consequence, he ended up as a child of the whole band of gypsies, dined with anyone handy, and slept wherever he could lay his head.

They called him Solly MacKeefer, and he started his life on a rough road. He learned compassion as a young boy as he watched a girl cry over her lost pet. He eventually found love with a beautiful gypsy woman, and they brought a child into the world. However, tragedy struck this happy family when they moved to Canada, and nothing was ever the same again.