“She was just a gypsy girl
with her dark and dreamy eyes
she danced for zena martell
she was gifted and so wise”
As I was standing, waiting for Caden to go into class one morning Mel commented that she had a book that she thought I might be interested in reading. Before she had even gotten her words out one of my Guides gave me a very strong YES reaction (I call it my Spidey Sense, it’s sort of like being hit by a great big static electric shock down my spine).
Two days later I found myself sat with a cuppa and Mel’s copy of “The girl in the painted caravan” by Eva Petulengro.As I opened the book my Mum’s maiden name of Pattison popped into my head with the words “you’ll find your family in here!”
I began to read. The story was about Eva’s childhood growing up in a Gypsy caravan during the war years. This true story gripped me and I could not put it down.
Day two passed and no sign of the name Pattison, I forgot the message as the story pulled me in.
Day three and I was nearing the end of the story when I read a line that sent my Spidey sense a tingling. There it was in black and white “Sony Boy Pattison from an old Romany family”
I did a little research and found out that Pattison was the Irish version of the name Patterson. My Mum always said that there was Irish blood in her. The Pattisons left Ireland probably in the fourteenth or fifteenth century and settled in the North East of England. My Mum’s Granddad walked in the Jarrow March, we are a Geordie family from South Shields. But most impressive of all was the fact that the Irish Pattisons who settled in the North East were an old Romany Gypsy family. Guess that answers a lot of questions about my gifts.




