The Madness has ended. We have a rare still moment to sit and just ponder on what we have achieved. Sat in a chair, in the quiet museum space, gazing at our images,our history. Our stories,our heritage. It’s a bizarre […]
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Community Voices and Stories
As we sit in the Home of Louie, We are told stories of when the Market Place was a night club and when Gypsies were no longer allowed to pull onto the Leger Fair. The Leger was one of the […]
Modern Day Gypsies in the Media
05/07/2016
Today i was shown the new David Brent Parody, I am interested in gaining opinions on it. Let us know if you are a Gypsy, Traveller or just interested in the subject matter
I want to let you know how privileged we feel. We walk into a room with a relative stranger and over the course of our time there, we capture the smiles and Laughter and also the hurts and the pride […]
My Name is Jim Foster, I class myself as a Traveller and a Yorkshire one, born and bred. When we were young ,we didn’t use the term Gypsy, it just wasn’t who we are. but i guess today our family […]
Gypsies (and Travellers) We Have a Problem!
19/04/2016
OK, so now i have your attention. let me tell you about our issue. its quite simple really. Our Project is funded to look at Doncaster G&T Heritage 1900-2000. the Problem? The Community members we have interviewed in Doncaster, they […]
Hi welcome to my first blog have never written a blog of any kind and I have certainly never published one, so here we go. I am the Cultural Heritage Project Assistant, Anything technical I tend to leave to […]
Gypsy & Travellers hold faith in God dear to them, and some of us value our relationship with God above anything else in our lives. I want to tell you about the big building in Askern, Doncaster. Why we love […]
I understand peoples trepidation at the idea of this project. I get it, no really I do. We have been laughed at, ridiculed, exposed and basically shown up by the media. Yes we tried to get involved, We tried to […]
A Hand that could tell a thousand tales Sat in my aunties little front room, I watch the smoke rise in wispy tendrils and pass her laughing lips. She talks in a croaky low voice, the voice of 100,000 cigarettes […]