Beverley Callard - Personal Life

Personal Life

Aged 16, Beverley, then pregnant, married Paul Atkinson in 1974. She later miscarried. Two years later, the couple had their first child, a daughter named Rebecca Callard, who later became an actress. A year later, the couple divorced, with Callard later recalling: "we were too young. He had an alcohol-induced violent side."

In 1980, Beverley married David Sowden, an economics teacher. During the marriage, Beverley had an abortion. In 1988, the couple separated amicably. Beverley fell pregnant in 1989 to Steve Callard, and the couple married. Their son, Joshua was born in 1990. The pair separated due to Steve's infidelity, once occurring whilst Beverley was recovering from cervical cancer treatment.

In an article revealed by Digital Spy in August 2008, it was announced that Callard's pay, along with other Street stars, would be cut due to the credit crunch. She personally suffered the most, losing 40% of her wage.

Beverley now lives with her husband, Jon McEwan, in Eccles, Salford, with Jon's son Ben. They used to own a roadside pub just behind Salford Royal Infirmary, The White Horse, and adjacent carvery-style restaurant M30 for which Callard had what Salford Online called "grandiose ideas", but sold it to Maria Ball and her partner in 2010.

They married on 30 October 2010, at the Hazelwood Castle Hotel, near Leeds.

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