Preface : A History of Gypsy-Travellers in Aylestone by J A J Richardson

 

 

A HISTORY OF GYPSY-TRAVELLERS in AYLESTONE

by J A J Richardson

 

 Preface:


The Aylestone Meadows holds a rich tapestry of Gypsy-Traveller culture dug and sown into its general landscape. In praxis, industrial evidence remains in the foundations of the Grand Union Canal and later construction of the Great Central Way (both built by a Gypsy-Traveller workforce). Until more recently Gypsy-Traveller Horses were always a feature of the local landscape. In the flora of which the echoes of the past remain within the hedgerows themselves; as the Hops, Burdock and Horse Radish which still frequent the area today.

 

Before continuing, it is important to note, that I do not think its for a Gorger / Country Person or Sedentary Dweller to question the authenticity of a "Gypsy" or “Traveller”.  Only a true Gypsy-Traveller can judge this. There are as many and more tribes / clans / traditions / nations within "Gypsy Culture" than there is within "English Culture" ; including all the Morris Dancing, Cheese Making and Church of England Events combined. 

 

Gypsy people have been practising their own traditions and culture in Aylestone for hundreds (perhaps thousands) of years - way before public landowners and private car parks. This journal aims to explore the cultural and customary aspects surrounding the role of Gypsy-Travellers, past and present, within Aylestone's history and its wider community today.  

 





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