When I was a child there was a gipsy camp about a 10 minute walk away and every so often you’d get gipsies coming to the house to sell lucky heather, home made bits like baskets and clothes pegs or offering to sharpen knives.
DM and my stepdad almost always bought these or used eg the knife sharpening.
We got to know a Romany woman who we rehomed our cat to after DB became very allergic to him and she lived nearby but not on the camp, I don’t think she was from the camp, she had been married to a non Romany man and had 4 sons by him. We went to see the cat every so often.
Once when I visited (I was about 11) there was an older woman there, probably in her 60s. I was just fussing over the cat and speaking to his new owner. The older woman started chatting to me but just asking where I lived, went to school etc.
She then told me information she couldn’t have known, and said something about an old man watching over me. She gave his name and said there was another man too. She then mentioned my talents and said things about singing and languages, I hadn’t mentioned anything about this at all.
I went home, didn’t say anything about it to my mum and a few weeks later visited the woman again (I was sort of friends and same age as one of her sons) but this time with DB, it was her birthday so we brought her flowers and a card.
We started chatting again, over tea/juice and cake and I asked how the old woman was (it was her great aunt I’d seen) whom I’d seen before and was told she was just visiting and returned home. I then asked (egged on by my younger DB, I didn’t usually do this) if she was a gipsy and did she have a fortune 🔮 telling ball?
Our friend laughed and said yes she was a gipsy, no she didn’t have a fortune telling ball but was said to have “the gift”. She said she didn’t have it though. We all laughed and we went home.
Fast forward to when I went to secondary school and I found out I was very talented at languages and singing (I’d known about the singing before though).
It was also when gipsies coming to the house were less and less common, and one cold morning DM saw one at her door selling lucky Heather which she bought. DM invited her in for tea as it was very icy and slippy outside (we had steep hills where we lived too). This gipsy saw me and mentioned languages again and said for DB he was very creative especially with art and music (both are true).
When she’d gone, DM got to talking with me, asked about the woman with the cat and chat turned to gipsies and I told her what her great aunt had told me. When i told her the names of the men, one was George (my great uncle who’d died when I was 8/9) and the other was Felix who was my dad’s dad (my grandad) who I never saw as my parents were divorced but we knew he was still alive.
Both these men lived a long way away though, and the gipsy would’ve had no idea about them and I’d never told her or her great aunt/niece about these men. it had just come up.
My mum was quite taken with it all (she’s always been a bit woo).