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, … Continue reading Robert Vincent – A True Ryer
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Ellis Brothers runs through this selection from the Rye’s Own archive, linking individual reports and recollections into a broader picture of local life. Readers can move between “Bessie Sylvia (Rusty) Ellis nee Keetch”, “Robert Vincent – A True Ryer”, and “The Changing Strand”, seeing how the subject appeared at different moments in the magazine. Together they offer a characterful route through the magazine’s record of local life, memory and change.
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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … Continue reading The Changing Strand