Many congratulations to Janet (nee Weller) and Ray Wood of Cooper Road. They celebrate their Golden Wedding this month. Continue reading Golden Wedding
Author: Jim Hollands
Town Crier
2005 is an historic year for our small country which has had such a big influence on developing the world in which we live.
This year Rye will recall with pride the terrific efforts of our fighting men of the past who have ensured that the voice of England and Britain had the power to command our own destiny. Continue reading Town Crier
Newsbrief
Shell Shock for Auctioneer
A live WW2 cannon shell, powerful enough to penetrate 1″ thick metal, was discovered in an old urn at Rye Auction Galleries. Continue reading Newsbrief
Battle of the Somme
Rye’s Own has always been keen to encourage local writers, artists and photographers. Last month we featured the remarkable story of Nick Turner. Less than a year ago his reading and writing abilities were those of a five year old, mainly due to the fact that he suffered from undiagnosed ‘word blindness’ (dyslexia). Continue reading Battle of the Somme
Rye’s Seat of Power
By Jim Hollands
Rye Town Hall built in 1742, the third to stand on the site, has seen copious town history pass through its doors.
The Borough Council had much power in the time of its construction returning two Members to Parliament and having complete control over local affairs and planning. Today, 250 years later, that power has been almost completely stripped away. Continue reading Rye’s Seat of Power
Pen & Ink
Dear Editor,
Reading about the various bus services in and around Rye reminded me of our first holiday at a simple holiday home on Front Ridge at Winchelsea Beach in 1962. We could see the bus arrive through the kitchen window and made a mad dash along the little road to catch it at the terminus – an excellent service. The children loved that dash and also having the beach ‘over the ridge’!
My mother and her sister moved to Rye a few years later and we then spent our holidays with them with a backdrop of Camber Castle.
But then in the late seventies my mother rang to say that on her visit to doctor’s surgery, which was next to the Red Cross in the High Street, she had met Dr. Cardew. He had been our G.P. when we lived in Dormansland in Surrey in the 40’s and 50’s. It turned out he was the locum and lived in the area! He used to play cricket with my father Alf Craft and later my future husband. When, in the early 80’s, I came to take care of my mother Dr. Cardew was very kind to us and surprised by the coincidence. I wonder if he is still around and, if so, perhaps someone in your office will be able to pass on my thanks to him.
We still have an old friend of ours of 91 who still lives comfortably at St. Bartholomews Court and we miss Dot Sargent who died at Christmas time but we love Rye and hope it is not spoilt and we still hope to continue visiting for some time yet!!
I shall certainly keep up my subscription to “Rye’s Own” as it is such a good read and for reminding us of the past and keeping us up to date with current events in Rye
Jean Saunders (Nee’ Craft) Weston-super-Mare
Dear Editor,
I used to live in Rye from 1975 to 1981 before moving to Bexhill . I now live in Lowestoft, Suffolk and am keen to trace Adrian Sams who I have tried contacting through Friends Reunited. I attended the Thomas Peacocke Community College and left in 1981. Please could anyone pass this on to him who knows him as I think he has changed email address. Thanks.
Chris Anley (Saunter)
Dear Editor,
I first found out about “Rye’s Own” when my family sent me a June copy and I came across the article about the local buses.
I knew Len Skinner and Stan Jempson well when I worked on East Kent during the sixties.
In 1977 I moved to Shepton Mallet in Somerset and lost most of my ties with Rye.
I would really like to get in touch with anyone from those good days on the red buses. I can be contacted through “Rye’s Own”
Jerry Dowell Shepton Mallet.
Dear Editor,
I would like to record how much I enjoyed Jimper’s first novel, “Moon Girl” which I came across in a bookshop in Hay-on-Wye during the summer.
I did not connect it with Jimper Sutton from Rye until I saw his photo on the back cover. I read it from cover to cover without putting it down and was much moved by the ending.
I knew Jimper back in the 1960’s and spent many happy hours watching him fish his nets on the beach at Winchelsea.
I have had the occasional “Rye’s Own” sent by friends in Rye over the years and always read his articles with interest.
He seems to have become very famous over the years. I was amazed to see him on television twice in one month and have heard of his exploits second-hand from a friend who still lives in Rye. She told me he was once a Rye Councillor but I think she may have been telling fibs about this.
I live in Wales now but I often think about those lovely teenage years spent at Winchelsea and of the handsome young man who was so country wise and always full of interesting anecdotes. I regret once refusing his invitation to take me dancing at Winchelsea New Hall, shyness I suppose. I am still too shy to reveal my name but I wish him a long, successful and happy life.
“Bashful” Wales.
Rye’s Own July 2005
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The Town on the Hill
To Margaret Tiltman (nee Bourn) on her 65th. Birthday
Come walk with me stranger - what do you see A small part of England where home is to me Built on a hilltop with church upon high It's wonderful spires reaching up to the sky Come walk with me stranger - what do you hear The town whispers history as you draw near Ypres Castle - Landgate the Inn called Mermaid Where in days gone by the smugglers did trade. Come walk with me stranger - what do you see Cobbled streets, oak beamed houses - white with plaster Once, no twice, burned by the French - such disaster Rebuilt again in fourteen twenty For folk had courage and energy plenty. Come with me stranger - what do you see The town of my birth of my father and mother My children, my husband, a sister and brother Where neighbours and friends I've known all my life There for you when needed in sadness and strife. Come stranger will you gather round me open your eyes and what do you see My town with it's beauty in the eye of the beholder Where I know one day as I grow older I will have to come to a place of rest but already I have chosen the best For there on a hilltop I will lie Forever overlooking my home, MY RYE.
FROM JEAN SEWETT (nee Menzies) a dear friend.
“Rye’s Own” July 2005
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Editorial
Letters From the Dead
As we go to press on Friday evening 24 June, disturbing reports are coming in from readers telling of parcels of mail, much showing signs of tampering, that have been forwarded by the Rye Royal Mail office with items dating back to at least 1996. Continue reading Editorial
Students From Around The World Visit Rye
An international delegation of 30 students from IMA International visited The Rye Partnership in June to learn about how the Partnership tackles regeneration the Rye bay area. Delegates came from Ethiopia, Sweden, Uganda, Angola, Niger, Thailand, Tanzania, Zambia, Afghanistan, India and Honduras. Continue reading Students From Around The World Visit Rye
The Lady Who Lived on the Hill
By Frank Palmer
The name Lady Maud Warrender crops up in Rye history during the earlier part of the 20th. century, known for her fine contralto voice, and much in demand to sing at local concerts; as well as her connections with the good and the great throughout the land. Continue reading The Lady Who Lived on the Hill