Isaiah & Cecilia DIXON family in Caerleon (General)

by slowhands , proud of his ancient Dean Forest roots, Friday, December 18, 2009, 14:03 (5528 days ago) @ slowhands

Source* Extracted from Caerleon Remembered

In a field adjoining the Tan House lived a family of Gypsies, Mr and Mrs Isaac {ISAIAH} Dixon and their thirteen children, eight of whom lived to adulthood, six boys and two girls. Rueben, the oldest of the family, served with the Eighth Army in North Africa during World War II and won the Military Cross. Righteous, the second son, also served in the Army, but was badly injured. Then came Isaac and Ivor. Douglas was also in the Welsh Guards and made a smart soldier, he was so tall and straight. Nicholas was the youngest of the family. Laura and Wemma, the two girls, married and left Caerleon.

Mrs Dixon was a true Romany Gypsy, a kindly person with a tall very slim lithesome figure. She and her sister, Mrs Parker {Mary Ann nee SMITH}, of the same build, could be seen walking to Newport with baskets of pegs on their arms, both very smart walkers neatly dressed in long black skirts, high laced up boots, aprons and shawls over their shoulders, smoking clay pipes with the long stems cut very short. The pipes were black from much smoking. They were very discrete when smoking in public, covering the pipes with their hands.

Mrs Dixon was quite a herbalist, she always had a remedy for cuts and bruises etc. I remember my father having a very bad leg. He had a deep cut on the shin which had turned septic. Mrs Dixon came with an armful of marshmallow, a tall plant with a mauve flower growing wild. She made a poultice and applied it to the wound. Each morning she would come with a fresh bunch and apply a fresh poultice. It proved very successful, the wound healing beautifully clean.

I used to take her a pint of milk each morning. She noticed I had inflammation in my eyes, I had been poulticing them with tea leaves. So she gathered a bunch of ground ivy, it had a large pointed round leaf, similar to the violet leaf, unlike the ivy we are familiar with. She told me to put it in a jug and pour some boiling water over it, let it steep over night, next morning strain and use the water to bathe the eyes to clean them, again very successful.

We were all very fond of Mrs Dixon, she was unable to read or write so she would go to Megan who worked in Caerleon Post Office at that time and say, "I haven't had a scratch of a pen from our Reuben. Would you write a letter for me?" So Megan would write the letter as Mrs Dixon dictated. Eventually, when she did receive a letter, she would take it to Megan for her to read it to her. Megan did many kindnesses for people like this. She was always so helpful.

Mr Dixon was a skinny little man, with bow legs. He had a horse and a flat cart and went about wheeling and dealing. He was rather a quick-tempered man. If he had had a good day's dealing, he would arrive home after having a few drinks. He would start shouting and quarrelling and fighting with the family. The pots and pans would be sent flying with such a clatter taking place. We as children were sent to bed early, but on hearing the rumpus, would rush to the window and enjoy the entertainment until someone would rush to fetch his mother known as Granny Dixon who lived in a cottage facing the River Usk near the Hanbury Arms. (The cottages were demolished many years ago.) Although 'Granny' was elderly, she was a strong, tough lady and would soon sort Isaac out, and peace would reign once more.

One of the Gypsies' favourite meals was hedgehog pie. After catching and killing the hedgehog they covered it all over with thick mud then left it to dry thoroughly. The mud was then peeled away, and the bristles came away too, leaving the flesh clean to make the pie.

GOLDCROFT COMMON -
The May Fair was a pleasure fair with swings, roundabouts and the galloper horses.

The Horse Fair was a big event, the horse trade booming before cars and tractors took over. It drew crowds from afar with lots of wheeling and dealing taking place with the "sharks".

The real Romany Gypsies always came for the horse dealing. They camped on the Little Common near the Fish Shop. Their three caravans were shining and brightly coloured and very clean. The girls were a pleasure to see, in brightly coloured plaid skirts and jackets, high legged boots well polished, their long, jet black hair, shining like a crow hung in plaits down their backs. They obviously took much pride in themselves.

The horse fair finished about fifty years ago.

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