J. L. DEACON F. R. Hist. S. printed the first edition his his amazing “Ancient Rye” early in the 20th. century, the fifth edition hit the bookstands in 1927 and contains this great picture of the Landgate in Georgian times. Continue reading The Landgate In Old Times
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Tanks in Rye
By Clifford Bloomfield
1940 Fair Meadow, Rye Hill, at that time was like open parkland and a good number of mature oak trees were spread over it. I recall seeing, when on our Sunday afternoon walks, a tented army camp with vehicles and tanks standing under the trees. Continue reading Tanks in Rye
The Life and Times of Reg Weeks
Reg Weeks was born at 2 Bridge Place, Rye, Sussex on the 1st February, 1907. His parents were married in the Registry Office on 30th November, 1901 and their first child, Elsie was born a month later. Alice was relieved that Reg was born healthy, her previous baby had been stillborn and her first child. Elsie, was now five years old. She would soon begin to take in washing again to supplement her husband Charles’ earnings as a bricklayer. Continue reading The Life and Times of Reg Weeks
To Dream Or Not To Dream That Is The Question
By Anne Norris
Some places live on in your heart, memory bringing thoughts of sunshine and days of idleness. I am sure that the memories my children have of Rye in the 1970’s will be filled with such images, as my memory is. Certainly a softness comes into their eyes and their voices when they speak of it. Continue reading To Dream Or Not To Dream That Is The Question
Living In The Fast
By Daydreamer
Living in the fast world of today I wonder how many older people like myself yearn a little for the good old bad old days of the 1920s and ’30s. No television, stereo units or video recorders no disc players, telephones or vacuum cleaners. The list is endless. Some homes boasted a wireless set which whistled, hissed and crackled most of the time it was on. Continue reading Living In The Fast
Pictures from the Frank Palmer Collection
The works Of ‘Jotter.
Walter Heyward Young used the pseudonym ‘Jotter’ when signing his postcard paintings. Continue reading Pictures from the Frank Palmer Collection
Boom Town of the 60’s
When R.P.M. Was King
Good times and bad times seem to go in cycles. The 1960’s, especially the first half, were boom times for Rye. Continue reading Boom Town of the 60’s
400 Years Ago Today
400 years ago today – – – 11th. August 1573
Oyez, oyez, oyez! The whole population of Rye has been in a ferment of excitement for the last three days starting with the arrival of Her Gracious Majesty Queen Elizabeth at the Postern Gate of the town—White Friars Hill by the new Conduit—at 6.30 p.m. on Tuesday night 11th August until her departure for Ashford at 10 a.m. on Thursday morning, the 13th August, en route for Dover. Continue reading 400 Years Ago Today
Use that Camera
Use That Camera
Photography, along with angling, is rated as one of the two most popular hobbies in the world. With this in mind, Rye’s Own presents this article on the popular pastime.
Easter is a good time to start recording the events of the year, although a real enthusiast may use his camera all the year round. The town of Rye offers an unlimited range of photographic subjects from the more popular ones such as the Church, the Landgate and the Ypres Tower, to the less obvious but equally interesting shots that can be taken on many walks in the surrounding country-side. Continue reading Use that Camera
Fatal Car Crash 1905
Crash It’s the same old story
With the New Year comes the usual warnings from the various motoring organisations in the Country to take special care when driving. The reasons given for the vast number of road accidents that happen at this time of the year are many and varied—the main ones being ice, fog and drink. So much emphasis is put on road accidents being a modern day phenomena it is difficult to believe that even as far back as the early nineteen hundreds Rye had its fair share of traffic accidents.
We do not know for sure when the first motor car graced the streets of Rye but a tale from that far off time illustrates the interest that the local people were taking in the development of the petrol engine.
A certain young man entered the barbers shop that used to be at 14 Cinque Ports Street, and in an excited voice exclaimed “There is a horseless carriage outside the Crown.” A great rush for the door took place, and the entire saloon was emptied, save for the barber and the young man. The excited throng raced round the corner to the Crown Hotel, only to find a small pedlar’s cart with a mule harnessed
The First Car Smash in Rye?
The first motor accident of any consequence in Rye was on 21 March, 1905. A nearly new Panhard 7 h.p. French motor car careered out of control down Rye Hill, crashing into the paling fence and eventually coming to rest on the pavement in a very sad state indeed, a complete wreck— fortunately no one was seriously hurt. (This was published in the January 1966 issue of “Rye’s Own” – New facts about the accident soon emerged and we learned that Captain Oaks was killed in the crash) The photograph of this incident gives some idea of the speed at which the car must have been travelling. Note the solid tyres, one of which has been torn from the rim.
The other pictures are of an accident that has been repeated more than once since. A 1904 four cylinder Sunbeam ran into the channel at the Strand on the night of 24 August, 1906. Great effort was made to retrieve the wreck from the Channel and the other photograph shows the state of the car when it was eventually towed out the following day.
These are but two mishaps of the time, no doubt there are many others that have gone unrecorded or forgotten.
Motoring in those days was a far more exhilarating and adventurous affair than it is in these modern times. The driver really had to dress up for the occasion—a proper motoring jacket and of course the inevitable pair of goggles. The lady of his choice also had to take proper precautions. The enormous hats with ostrich feathers and all the trimmings of that age of fashion had to be tied with a gay scarf securely knotted under the chin.
A modern day accident in Landgate. In a no waiting area too
A days motoring was a very special occasion, with the wind whipping in the faces of the occupants and more often than not, the excercise of pushing on the very steep hills. Garages were very few and far between and journeys had to be planned carefully in advance and there was always the risk that the joy ride would end by walking home, this was not always the case though, as the owners of these temperamental machines were all good mechanics— they had to be, even to start them.