Life as it was lived 50 years ago in a small village near Rye as seen by R. D. Symons of Silton, Sasks., Canada I grew up in hearing of the slow, country speech of the people of Sussex.
Only occasionally have I heard it over the past fifty and more years, for most of the English immigrants to the prairies come from the industrial areas of the Midlands and North of England. Continue reading South Saxon
The marshland around Rye when under the sea was the highway to Winchelsea and England. Naturally the soil was full of old rubbish, lost at sea in those days. Continue reading Monument
PREPARATIONS for 2014 festivals, events and entertainment season are well under way – and the forecast is that it will be the best in south east England, attract hundreds of thousands of visitors and contribute millions of pounds to the local economy. Continue reading ‘Extra special’ festivals season ahead for Hythe, Folkestone & Romney
THINGS LONG AGO
Once on Romney Marsh not so long ago, it was a very unhealthy place to live. There was a dreaded thing that was called the Ague, a disease we now know was a type of malaria, caused by the mosquito which lived in the water that covered a lot of the flat land. The local remedy for the Ague was said to be to swallow a spider, whole, wrapped up in its own web. The sheer thought of doing so must have made many people suddenly recover from the illness rather than take the cure! Continue reading Jimper’s Jottings
They had been pestering the country for weeks. Not a day went by without one being seen somewhere over Kent or Sussex. Our gallant lads were doing their best to rid the skies of them but they had orders from the boss who had promised his Furher that he alone could bring the people of England to heel. Continue reading ME 109D
My Father was known as the Romney Marsh Mushroom King for, each year, he would send up to London, one or more tonnes of mushrooms. Continue reading The Mushroom King
An article appeared in the press the other day complaining of all the smoke from the house chimneys in the countryside owing to the open log fires that are all the rage with the new life people. How the do gooders forget that once all the country depended on fire to make this England great. Continue reading Jimper’s Jottings
England, what is happening to my England? Once a proud nation now rapidly becoming a third world power. No longer do we have our destiny in our hands – it is now controlled by other Countries. We have not got an English Government it is made up of Welsh and Scottish members they have control of their own destiny and representatives in our Parliament. Englishmen are not represented in theirs. We live on an island but are not allowed to catch our own fish unless the men in Brussels say so. Continue reading My England?
