It seemed that the whole of Tilling Green from the 1950’s and 60’s had turned up at Playden Church for the funeral of one of Rye’s unsung heroes. There were faces there I had not seen for 50 years or more. They came to pay respects to a very talented man. Continue reading David Smeed
Back in 1965, as Bonfire Night approached, a new magazine appeared in the newsagents of the town. “Rye’s Own” was born. Volume 1, Number One, it read on the cover, the price was two shillings (10p). Rodney Booth, now manager at Skinner’s Motors, was among the Bonfire Boys featured on the cover at their secret hideaway where the torches were made to light the procession on the great night. Continue reading Almost 50 Years Since The First Rye’s Own
Just before Christmas 2013 this cute little chap was given “Weeks rather than months to live.” Continue reading So Bernard Thinks He’s Got Trouble?
Bernard Clark will comment on any problem you may have – and certainly make it sound worse Send problems, moans, criticisms or comments to jim- @ryesown.co.uk and they will be forwarded to Bernard for his judgement. and advice Continue reading Bernard’s Problem Page
Buckswood School in Guestling was a hive of activity over the weekend as record numbers visited the school at the second Open Day of the year. Over 70 people called in throughout the morning to meet teaching staff, take a tour, meet the School’s dog, peacocks, snakes, chickens and rabbits; and find out more about the education on offer at the international day and boarding school in Hastings. Continue reading Buckswood Open Day
How many faces do you recognise in these six pictures from The Horner Collection? Continue reading 100 Faces from the Horner Collection
There’s something exciting happening in Hythe on Monday evenings. Instead of sitting in front of their televisions, people are flocking to the Royal British Legion clubhouse to be put through their paces with ballroom dance teacher, Mike Hall. Continue reading Spotlight On Hythe Milm Dance
Barry Floyd
Like many families in London after World War I — and with a gradual return to a more normal way of life — my newly-married parents (father had served with the Royal Electrical Engineers in France from 1915 to 1919) began looking from their semi-detached Edwardian home in Palmers Green (North London) at favourable seaside spots where a brief summer holiday might be undertaken. Continue reading Summer Holidays at Winchelsea Beach
One from Ion Castro’s Archive Whilst looking for something else I came across this leaflet advertising Hastings – how times have changed – seagull smoking a pipe!!! So politically incorrect on so many levels, and, on the reverse “Every day’s a gay day” – nothing wrong with that but was that what they wanted to say? Continue reading One from Lon Castro’s Archive
We youngsters turned our hands to anything for a bob, from killing rabbits to catching butterflies. There is nothing more different than a butterfly from a kicking bunny. Next door to us is now a pair of houses, but in those days it was two acres of market garden run by an old man who did gardening, woodcutting and rabbiting for a living. As he got older so he let his pals have a rod or two of garden. It was a good time to be alive. Continue reading Jimper’s Early Years Part Two
