Beatrice held out her hand, as defiant as a traffic cop. “I don’t care if you are my husband, you’re not coming near me nor my bed till you find us a proper house.”
Two babies she’d lost, living in this wooden box on wheels.
“But, Beatty, I’m a horse dealer,” her husband said, all reasonable and logical-sounding. “I need to travel to the horse fayres.”
“You need to. I don’t.” She restated her demands, “You’re not getting any more children on me till we’ve a proper house.”
So, yes, he bought a proper house. In fact, he bought a farm where he bred his horses and set up a riding school.
True story? It’s the way my grandma told it, so I guess so.
crispina kemp 
Lovely story.Just remember sometimes Grannies get it wrong.I am living proof of that!!!
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It has to be said my mother was born before the family moved into the farm. I know that because she was born at a nearby inn, the inn keepers wife taking pity on my grandma living in that caravan
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Beatrice sounds like a compelling woman, unafraid to speak her mind. Good for her!
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She was strong, that’s for sure
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Aww, a story of a strong woman and her success.
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The story was told us as a worthy example to be followed
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Exactly! I love that she stood up for her rights.
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Oh she certainly did. I think she had a rough time when first married. My grandfather wasn’t a Roma, yet he lived the life of it, and associated with, and there was, and still is, so much prejudice against them. So I can imagine those early years weren’t easy
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Very understandable. ❤️🩹
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Way to go, Grandma! And kudos to Grandpa for conceding and making it work, too 🙂 My grandmother, Noëlla, was a strong woman, too.
Lovely share, Crispina.
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Thank you, Dale. I can’t see these horses without thinking of my grandparents. I spent much time with them
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How lucky for you!
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Yet ironic, as a child I was terrified on horses! Even now I’d rather walk through a field of cows, sheep or pigs, than of horses. Weird, hey.
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Very. 😉
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I love a true story! This was wonderful!
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Thank you. I was hesitant about using it
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What a lovely story – she sounds like a real character 😀
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She was. The first few years of her married life was spent in a horse drawn caravan, travelling to the fayre, often without much to eat. She’d go round the nearest village selling pegs that my grandpa made. He was still making them in his final years (80 something)
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Incredible 💜
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I’m sure my time spent in their company has very much influenced my writing, in the subjects I choose and the details included
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🙌
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