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	<title>Traveller Rose</title>
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	<description>The Story of a Life Growing Up in Theatres, Circuses and Fairs</description>
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		<title>Practising the Act</title>
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Dad was a born performer. He loved to sing, and he could pick up almost any instrument and learn it quickly – hence the guitar and the banjo. But his dream was to have the best `speciality’ act in the world. A speciality act was something unique. Anyone can pick up a guitar, or learn [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=28&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Traveller Diplomacy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ireland was a divided country, with clearly marked differences between north and south. In the north, tension simmered, but it was still English territory. The south gained its freedom in the year of my birth, and was fiercely proud of that. There is a strong competitive spirit inn the Irish, and Dad found that that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=25&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Kavanagh Boys Go to Sea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In 1946, when I was born, Cobh was still called Queenstown. It was a jumbled collection of narrow houses and cobbled streets, leaning over the harbour like a pack of tipsy sailors. American ships often called there, eagerly awaited by the girls of Queenstown, who made a few bob on the side from the love [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=23&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://travellerrose.wordpress.com/2008/05/27/the-kavanagh-boys-go-to-sea/</link>
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		<title>Marie</title>
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One day in 1944, Little Beaver, now officially considered `the worst disciplined soldier in the British Army&#8217;, announced to his Commanding Officer that he was getting married.
&#8220;God help the girl,” the CO said.
The girl’s mother was thinking much the same thing. Jessica Woodruff, of Clapton Park, London, had woken up one morning to find a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=22&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The `Wild Man&#8217;s&#8217; Son</title>
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Little Beaver in the 60s
My father was tall and lean and fierce. People said he looked like an eagle with his hawk nose and hooded eyes. He had a slow, twanging voice with an accent that was hard to place. It wasn’t Irish, or English – no one could guess where he came from. He [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=21&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Where it begins</title>
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ALL storytelling must start somewhere.  Mine starts in Dalkey, a seaside town on the west coast of Ireland. I am around three years old, so it must be 1949 &#8211; I am standing beside a pram, watching fascinated as a glossy wet sweet pops out of the chest of a small baby.
&#8220;He has a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=20&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Doll&#8217;s Pram</title>
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A campground in Ireland !940s
Day after day I hungered for it. My footsteps slowed as we passed the shop window, my arm stretching as I dragged my mother to a halt. 
It stood right in the middle of the shop window, gleaming blue and silver, shaped like a small boat, with a silky hood and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=19&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://travellerrose.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/the-dolls-pram/</link>
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		<title>Jojo at the Wigan Casino</title>
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Yes, there really was such a place &#8211; the Wigan Casino. The band actually consisted of a pianist and a guitarist, besides the dummer. Yes, he looks bored. Asked once why he didn&#8217;t even change his deadpan expression when there was a stripper on stage, he uttered the immortal words: &#8220;When you&#8217;ve seen two, you&#8217;ve [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=18&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://travellerrose.wordpress.com/2008/04/20/jojo-at-the-wigan-casino/</link>
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		<title>The Bear Next Door</title>
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This little black Himalayan bear, whose cage was next next to our caravan in Guernsey, belonged to the circus owners. He was a very charming little fellow, just a baby really, and he enjoyed our scraps and left overs.
But he really wasn&#8217;t in the best place to grow up &#8211; at the prospect of moving [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=17&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://travellerrose.wordpress.com/2008/04/20/the-bear-next-door/</link>
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		<title>The Swingboats</title>
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The traveller&#8217;s creed is a simple one &#8211; if you can&#8217;t afford to buy something, do without, or make it yourself. The latter course was the one most often taken.
These swingboats were built by my father when he came back from WWII and took his new bride to Ireland for the first time. They proved, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=travellerrose.wordpress.com&blog=3516507&post=16&subd=travellerrose&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://travellerrose.wordpress.com/2008/04/20/the-swingboats/</link>
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