By Jimper
You seldom now hear the expression, from people when you ask how someone is. “I have no word of them,” Nowadays the usual answer is, “I have not heard.”
Once, the written word was the only way to communicate over distance.
Then came the penny post, available to all, and history of the thriving masses was written down. That is the pattern of local history into peoples’ private lives that so many people nowadays study. Continue reading Words
By Arthur Woodgate
At 6.30 am. off we went along Wish Street where we met up with a friend of my mother, a Mrs Milton. We then met up with mother’s sister, Aunt Martha (I wonder why they called me Arthur!) and a crowd of Ryers. At the bottom of Leasam Hill – we all went up the grassed hill – how they got me up there, I don’t Continue reading What’s in a Name
I have to admit that I am one of the world’s worst hoarders. Fiercely sentimental, I have a real problem in throwing things away and keep every letter I receive from personal friends would you believe! Continue reading Mark Rymell’s Pier Project
The world was in darkness the night I was born, not a light was to be seen, and then, as I grew and could walk and run, the lights came on all over the Kingdom. Continue reading Post War Winchelsea
If you were one of those that lived in Rye during the 1950’s and 60’s you will remember many of the faces of those appearing in this feature. Continue reading Rye in the Sixties
Can I correct you on your piece in the latest edition of “Rye’s Own”. Sonia Holmes was Chairman 2007/08 of the Policy and Resources Committee at RTC and not Public Services Committee of which I have been Chairman over the past two years. Continue reading Pen&Ink
The area around the pier has changed dramatically over the last hundred years, as has the pier itself. We can see from this contemporary postcard by the famous postcard photographer Louis Levy that the Grand Hotel on the left, the municipal Hospital on the right, and behind it. Lady Jocelyn’s house, have all gone. Continue reading Westward From Hastings Pier
By John G Langley
Keen train-lover John remembers coming on holiday to St Leonards-on-Sea as a child. He and his family moved down to Hastings when he was seven. Continue reading Extracts from Snapshots of Childhood
Dear Editor
As the one who wrote about Joe Hatter, I feel I must reply to Mrs Levett Fuller’s letter in the April edition of Rye’s Own.
The man at the bottom of Spring Steps was another Mr Hatter, Grandfather to John Hatter, the owner of the taxi firm of Rye Motors, and there was another Mr Hatter who lived on The Strand and also caught and sold shrimps, (all types of cousins even distant). Continue reading PEN & INK
By Hastings Trader
After a hard winter and a terrible Easter the seafront shops are at last able to look forward to some bright sunshine. Despite setbacks of weather, increasing parking charges and ever higher rents and rates, traders in the Old Town and along the seafront are doing their best to keep the area alive and vibrant. It is a tough job as the ever increasing number of empty shops creeping down the High Street testify. Continue reading Old Town in Readiness Colour on The Seafront
