A Rose is Still a Rose...



What can I say about my Beatrice Rose?  She's from a generation of strong hardy women. It saddens me to say she was not as loved as she could have been and it shows, but a rose is still a rose, right?  When I saw a picture of her on Facebook, I knew she was mine.  I couldn't believe my luck, the young couple was selling her for only $1250.00.  I know, right?!  Who in the world would let such a lovely lady go for such a low price, but I was like; one man's cast-offs is my treasure.
We had to drive all the way to Greenville, SC to collect her.  The couple who had her, lived in the middle of no where.  To be honest, I wasn't sure how she was going to make it all the way back to Columbia hooked on the back of our truck--the roads were bumpy and curvy, and she's kind of a big girl.
The first time I saw her, she was out in their back yard, she didn't look as if she had a bath in years.  I didn't even want to imagine what she smelled like, but you know how it is when you're dealing with older women who are stuck in their ways.  I was not looking forward to stripping her down and washing every nook and cranny, but I accepted the fact it had to be done.  Honestly thought, she looked pretty good to be as old as was and to have lived the life she endured.
The young man dragged her around the other side of the house, she didn't seem as if she really wanted to leave her cozy spot in the red dirt and patchy grass, but he got her over to where we were and she settled nicely behind our truck.  I didn't expect her to be as big as she was... What in the world was I going to do with something that big?  I had plans to stick her in the back yard, behind my house and take my time making her into something worth having around again.  I didn't think she was going to fit, but I made a commitment to her and I was not going to let her down because she was a little wider than I thought she'd be.
Anyway... I was right about her smelling God-awful.  When I pulled back the material, the stench of urine and age hit me in the face.  What in the hell had they done to her?  Where was the respect for the old girl? They didn't have much...well, not the couple--they had purchased her from one of their relatives, but realized she was just too much for them to handle.  They put her up for sale on Facebook Marketplace and I scooped her big, beautiful behind up.
She made the trip back home just fine.  She didn't even whine or complain about the rain and cold winds blowing all around her as she held on to the back of the truck.  We stopped at McDonald's to get some fries, and she did a great job staying put while we ate and stretched our legs.  This older gentleman told my husband and me how very beautiful old Beatrice was and how he would love a chance to get inside her and make her purr.  I was a little grossed out about his statement, he looked to be in his late 70's, wasn't sure he could get anything to purr anymore... not even my girl, Beatrice.
When we finally got her home, she proved to be a lot more difficult than she had been on the drive.  Stubborn and inflexible are the two words I'd use to describe her once we got her home.  Beatrice took out a bush, and some of the bark on one of my favorite tree when we tried to get into the back yard. Ended up calling someone with more experience moving older, bigger, ladies when they didn't want to do what they were asked to do. Cost of another $100.00, but it was worth it to get her where we wanted her and off the street.

It's been two weeks since we bought Beatrice Rose.  I've visited with her several times, getting to know her.  Talking with her, seeing what her likes and dislikes are.  She's actually a really interesting lady, I think we're going to have a good time together once we get started.

Meet Beatrice Rose. My 1968 Vintage Starcraft Camper Trailer

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If you've remodeled a vintage camper trailer and have some tips and advice for me, I'd love to hear from you.  I've never done anything like this before in my life, and I'm so excited to have the opportunity to restore this beautiful girl and create my very own bohemian inspired, writing/she shed.

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