Garden Party
By Elaine Robertson
Every Rye Society or institution that gives coffee mornings, open gardens or garden parties, holds its collective breath about the weather, but after an unnerving early part of the week the Friends of Rye Art Gallery sighed in relief when 8 July turned out to be a beautiful day with the site of Mrs.Rae Festing’s garden looking at its best. Continue reading Friends of Rye Art Gallery
The year was 1945, the War ended and 14 year old Doreen Palmer left school (that was the leaving age then). Doreen lived in the east end of London and started work in the West End for a Russian lady named Katya Krassen in Saville Rowe. By the time she was sixteen Doreen was quite proficient and was asked to make a dress for a twelve year old child. Although she was not keen on the idea, (she was really only into ladies dresses), she went along with it. Doreen was told the little girl was twelve, had a lovely voice and was appearing before the King and Queen in a Command performance and wanted something special to wear. Continue reading Julie Andrews was her Claim to Fame
Information collated by the Love Lane allotment holders
Site Visit 1 – A plot holder observes a council official on the Love Lane allotment site. The council officer explains that he is looking for the source of a water leak from the underground pipes feeding the water troughs. This is suspected because of a rise in the water bill. The gardener says that he has known the site for many years and offers his assistance in locating any problem. The offer of assistance is rejected. Continue reading RYE’S NEWSREEL AUGUST ISSUE 2006
There has been criticism of Rye Town Council over the recent chaos caused by the resurfacing work at South Undercliff. I must spring to the defence of the council and lay the blame where it belongs, on the doorstep of East Sussex County Council and the Highway Agency.
The Rye Town Manager was designated, through Rye Partnership, to co-ordinate the closure arrangements. Keen and efficient as Yolanda Laybourne is she did not have the local knowledge to carry out this task, it should have been the elected Rye Town Council made responsible for the job, not the non-elected Partnership. Continue reading Town Crier July 2006
Rye High Street is back to normal again after the upsets of June. Some have applied for compensation from the Highways Agency for loss of revenue during three weeks of mayhem when the whole town suffered from restricted access caused by the road closure between Skinners Roundabout and the Kettle of Fish Roundabout. Continue reading News – Views and Letters July 2006
It is five years since Winnie Hollands passed on but her memory remains, reinforced with the words she wrote in her ADVENTURES IN RYE series published in “Rye’s Own”. Some brave words written as she lived in the knowledge of her imminent death are reprinted here as a tribute to a woman who was liked and respected by all who knew her and dearly loved by her immediate and extended family. Continue reading Adventures in Rye
The very best local Rock Bands gave their services free of charge to help ARRC (Activities, Respite, Rehabilitation and Care) based at the Rye Memorial Care Centre for “Rye Goes Rock” at the Thomas Peacocke on Saturday 3 June. Continue reading Rye Goes Rock
Some while ago, Jimper Sutton threw out a challenge as to whether anyone remembers his grandmother. As a fellow ‘sluicer’, of a certain period, of course I remember her and his father and Uncle Spencer, I once caught a glimpse of his grandfather but I will come back to the Sutton Family in due course. Jimperr’s challenge got me thinking of “Over the Sluice”. Continue reading Over the Sluice
A new venture from the Wharf at Rye Harbour proved to be an outstanding success. The Historic Passenger Ship Balmoral, loaded with hundreds of passengers from Rye and district, sailed on the morning tide of Thursday 8 June. Continue reading Balmoral Leaves
Although most of us had sisters, except at home, or if there was no other boy, we never played with girls. They were always useless at football and could not play cricket for toffee. They had no idea how to throw a ball properly, and were hopeless at flicking cigarette cards. Our games of tops, they said, were far too rough and they could only manage wooden hoops. In general, girls were no use at all. Continue reading A Rye Childhood
