By Frank Palmer
Rye Borough Police Force came into being in 1838, two years after Hastings and nine years after the Metropolitan Police. Continue reading Rye Borough Police
Rye Borough Police Force came into being in 1838, two years after Hastings and nine years after the Metropolitan Police. Continue reading Rye Borough Police
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
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
Richard Edward Giles on the left was the East Kent bus driver for Wright & Continue reading More Faces from the Past
James Bond with his entourage of beautiful women was all the rage with cinema audiences but Rye Movie Society was not without its own bevy of beauties in amateur film productions that went on to win East Sussex Film Awards three years in succession. Continue reading Rye’s Bond Girls of the Sixties
My father, who had four brothers living in the town, was the only male member not to earn his living from the sea. Continue reading A Rye Childhood
The non human member of the family was a large tabby cat. Although the cat was large its tail was very short. It has, apparently been caught in the front door when it had slammed closed. Although it looked a little ridiculous it did not seem to worry her. She had a habit of lying close to the ground by the step and jumping out at any dog that wandered in the lane. Continue reading A Rye Childhood
This personal account of life and times in the town of Rye, East Sussex, is written some seventy five years later, from memories which are still as bright now as the day they occurred. Continue reading A Rye Childhood
Dear Editor,
The enclosed copy photograph is of the Tug-of War Team of the Cinque Ports volunteer Reserve. They were the champion team at the Brigade Camp in 1895 photographed with their individual Cups displayed on the table before them. Continue reading Pen & Ink
The amazing picture on the centre pages represents a generation of Rye history. The photograph was taken in the Drill Hall for what was almost certainly a Dance put on by 2274 Squadron (Rye) Air Training Corps. Percy Mitchell, the Rye ATC Commanding Officer is seen seated with two Air Force Officers, probably from R.A.F. Rye, the Home Chain Radar Station, locally known as ‘The Pylons’. The Pylons were at Kent Ditch Corner and the living accommodation for the unit was further on, where the Filipino Village is today. Continue reading Town Crier