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The Day Before Yesterday: 80 - An Old Gypsy Lady

..."Buy some pretty ribbon or lace from a poor gypsy woman, will you deary?"

Picking up a piece of lace I asked how much it was. Two pence was her quick reply, so I gave her the pennies. As she turned away thanking me graciously she said "You are going to rock the cradle again my child.''...

Gladys Schofield tells of a doorstep predicition.

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In the August of 1946, a little old gypsy lady was walking up the lane towards our row of houses. She reached the house of my friend and I saw her climbing the steps to her door. I wondered what my friend's views were on fortune telling.

A little while later she had knocked at my door and when I answered it, she gazed into my face saying "Buy some pretty ribbon or lace from a poor gypsy woman, will you deary?"

Picking up a piece of lace I asked how much it was. Two pence was her quick reply, so I gave her the pennies. As she turned away thanking me graciously she said "You are going to rock the cradle again my child.''

At this I laughed as no way would Cliff want any more children but she smiled and said "You'll see, you'll see," and went on her way.

After she had gone out of sight I heard Ethel coming to join me. "Did she tell you anything," she inquired, looking at the lace I was still holding.

"Yes she said I was going to rock the cradle again.''

She had told Ethel "You came in a hurry and you are going home in a quicker one.''

We both had a good laugh. No way could these predictions come true.

As Cliff arrived home for good the following month, Ethel and Clem were busy packing their belongings, to return to Barnsley. Clem's elderly mother was too ill to manage her home anymore and Clem too had had problems with his health, so after much thought, they had decided they would go back and care for the old lady.

Our third child was born the following May.

We kept in touch throughout the years until she died. She was eleven years older than me, a true friend indeed.

Lots of new people moved into those little houses that held so many memories.

The war had been won but there was so many losers. Could we now begin to win the peace?

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