Robert Vincent – A True Ryer

A TRUE RYER

No man is more deserving of the title ‘True Ryer’ than Robert Vincent, who died at the Conquest Hospital on Saturday 13 October 2012.

Robert was know to almost every soul who lives in the town. His own particular brand of humour seem to make everyone smile.

He was born in Rye, went to school in Rye, played football for Rye, worked in Rye and lived in Rye for his entire lifetime. The eulogy, read at Robert’s funeral by son Continue reading Robert Vincent – A True Ryer

Bessie Sylvia (Rusty) Ellis nee Keetch

30th. June 1910-10th April 2011

By Jack Hemmings

Rusty Ellis passed away in her sleep, in her own own home, during her 101st year following a short illness. She was born in Bedfordshire before the start of WW1. Rusty was born Bessy Keech in Cardington near Bedford on the day that Florence Nightingale died. Two of the songs of the day were “By the Light of the Silvery Moon” and The Ballad of Casey Jones. Continue reading Bessie Sylvia (Rusty) Ellis nee Keetch

Rise & Fall Part Two

The Rise and Fall of Rye’s Industry and Commerce

Part 2

By Arthur Woodgate

In the nineteenth century, on a ridge of high ground, in the part of greater Heathfield known as Punnetts Town, there were two windmills. One ground the corn, but it is the other, the one that worked wood working machinery, that this piece of history is concerned. Continue reading Rise & Fall Part Two

Over the Sluice

By Arthur Woodgate

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

The Changing Strand

 Part Two

by Arthur Woodgate

In 1938 the steel piles were put in along the river to replace the old worn out ones, which were wooden and been there for many years. On 2nd July of that year, I was crossing the bridge into Winchelsea Road in a terrific thunder storm and witnessed the most spectacular natural sight I have seen. Continue reading The Changing Strand