My mother used to like to tell a story about something that happened to her when she was a teenager. That would have been way back in the 1920s. She was visiting a local fair here in Sydney. She had her fortune told by an old gypsy woman, who had a fortune telling tent at the fair.
The fortune teller told my mother that she would marry a handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed man and bear him four sons. Mum left the tent giggling, thinking the old woman had simply told her what any romantic teenage girl obviously wanted to hear.
Fact is, however, that is exactly what did happen. Mum did marry a handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed man and she did bear him four sons. I'm one of them.
How can you explain that?