Each year the businesses of Rye celebrate Wild Boar Week by hosting a children’s Hog Hunt event. With the sad passing of the town’s beloved artist John Izod earlier this year (who kindly supplied the artwork for this event in previous years) we decided to do something a little different.
Over 100 shops and businesses in the town will be displaying a page from a Continue reading Wild Boar Week
These pictures are from the Rye’s Own picture archive
So many Rye Names on the Memorial Cross
Grown men were known to have turned and run back to their vehicles and move them out of Rye High Street when they saw him approaching.
Shopkeepers would race out and offer him cups of tea, just to keep him off the street for a few minutes.
It was said he was more harmful to trade in Rye High Street than all the supermarket competition put together. Continue reading The Faithful Traffic Warden
Part two of the Rye Movie Society Film shows the Carnival Procession passing through the Landgate and up Hilder’s Cliff to the High Street. Continue reading Rye Carnival 1974 – Part Two
Woolworths came to Rye in 1936, the year of the Berlin (Hitler’s) Olympics. Since then, through good times and bad, Woolies employed and served local people. Rye High Street without Woolworths will seem very odd but, failing a miracle, that will be the case early in the New Year. Continue reading High Street Shock
By Jim Hollands
The remarkable picture, of Gasson’s War ravaged building at the western end of Cinque Ports Street, was taken just after World War Two. Closer inspection reveals a wartime National Fire Service notice pointing the way to Rye Fire Station. Continue reading Rye 1947
A free lunch provided by Rye and District Lions was enjoyed by 97 senior citizens on Sunday. The seniors were collected by Rye Community buses and Lions’ cars and were greeted at the Community Centre with a welcoming drink before sitting down to full Sunday roast lunch with wine, then pudding and coffee and mints. Continue reading Lunch With The Lions
As a young fellow from 1936 onward I was working as an under-gardener at Leasam House, Playden, Near Rye. I really enjoyed this work and each Friday morning I used to harness up the black pony onto a buggy trap, going into Rye High Street, to a greengrocers with any surplus vegetables, tomatoes and lettuce that was going at the time and come autumn 1938 the Government stated that all men who were twenty years old would be compelled to either the T.A. for weekend training or join the forces the following spring for six months training plus two weeks further training yearly. This I decided to do myself. If war was going to happen, I would be in it anyway. We would be known as Millitia Boys. Continue reading The Long Journey
The New Year is a time for reflection and taking stock but as I look around Rye I am seeing things that make me sad when I remember the days of past glory that this town has enjoyed. Continue reading Rye January 2006
May Bank Holiday in Rye and the motorbike problem is exacerbated by three bikes from the emergency services ( 2 police and 1 paramedic) parked on double yellow lines. Continue reading Yellow Lines
