Thankyou all for the welcome. I came on here because I am having mixed feelings about being a grandmother and find myself talking about my childhood! I think I am going to love this site!
Anyway--as mishap has said, families like mine only became acceptable because we no longer lived a certain lifestyle. And mishap is quite correct. But being a traveller--English Romany like us, or any of the other, quite distinct groups--is more than just a question of birth. I no longer live like my grandmother, where as, most people, I would suspect, live a life that has just expanded from the one thier grandparents led. I would not call myself a traveller any more, even tho thats my family background.
My nan spoke a different language, lived by other rules and held family above all else. I think a big difference is an attitude towards education. My older relatives were illiterate. They had nothing against education, its just that in a language that had no need of writing it just wasn't important. They had fantastic memories. Phone numbers, addresses, histories, work details--all these things were known by heart. Saturday nights were full of family stories and I learnt about great great grand parents and the fights they had, about disasters (when a cart sank in a river and killed 20 people, sometime in 1880) and, sometimes, when the grown ups forgot we were there, about the bad things they had done. I am sad that I can't do that for my grandchildren.
I remember one night when my nans neighbour came to call. Her husband used to beat her and that day he had beaten thier son. The police were not interested ina domestic so my nan dealt with him. Us kids were sent out, but I remember all my male relatives coming over and later that night paid him a visit. He still lived there but they never had bruises again. Looking back, it was not the way to deal with it---but children were "off limits" to any sort of violence. Even my neighbours children, who were not travellers had the same rights. I was never smacked--don't think ANY child in my family has ever been smacked and I remember being very shocked when I saw a child being slapped outside my school.
Anyway--I am really grateful to have this opportunity to remember all this. On mishaps, last point, that we only became acceptable because we changed---you are quite right. But now we have changed there is no way I would go back. The world is a different place.