Meet You In Longs

Many readers will remember Longs the Bakers in the High Street. They had a small cafe on the first floor. It was a popular meeting place in World War Two and despite the strict rationing there was always a cup of tea and a cake of some sort to enjoy. Continue reading Meet You In Longs

Brenzett Aero Museum

Two aircraft stand motionless in the corner of a field near Brenzett round-a-bout. All who pass that way cannot have failed to have seen them. What message have these two relics of a past era got for the young people of today’s modern World? Continue reading Brenzett Aero Museum

It Was Hitler’s Fault

By Eric Streeton.

Over the years in conversation with friends and acquaintances some had been surprised to learn that I was born in Rye. How come then Eric? Was the usual comment, I thought you were a Winchelsea man. Well it’s like this, it was Hitler’s fault. During the Second World War my Mother, Father, and Sister Pauline’s home was in Winchelsea, at No 4 Salutation Cottages in Castle Street. On the 13th of January 1943 a German plane passed over the town and dropped two bombs. One for some reason allegedly bounced and finished up in the Tan yard, but the other one exploded on the cross roads of Mill Road and Castle Street. The blast sent a cloud of debris along the rest of Castle Street, andSt Thomas Street shaking plaster from the School ceiling, and just reaching Friars Road. One youngster picked up a lump of shrapnel for a souvenir, and then received a reprimand for taking it to school with him. Another family living in North Street had their breakfast ruined when glass was blown through the kitchen window while porridge was still on the stove. The time was approximately 8.50 am. Castle Cottage, The Post Office. Five Chimneys, Boundary House and the Salutation Cottages were the worst affected. Number 4 Salutation Cottage, was no more. On the casualty list of that day was my Mother and my Sister Pauline. My Sister was just about six weeks past her second birthday; both were buried in the rubble. The reason they were able to find them with comparative ease was my Sisters screams could be heard for miles. According to one old lady, my mother was toasted Hero of the day for her selflessness when she was heard to say to their rescuers, don’t worry about me, please save my child. (This would have been typical of Mother) Mother was taken to Rye Hospital with her injuries but I have no documented evidence of this, but I do have a first hand account of Mother being in Hospital. A chance meeting and conversation one day with a local Rye woman bought another tale to light. As a five year old she was machine gunned by a German plane as she was crossing the school play ground in Ferry Road, on the 15th of January and taken to Rye Hospital. She told me how the older women had looked after her, and that it was my Mother who had taught her to play whist. I do know that Mother was re admitted to Hospital again in November, I still have in my possession her release papers from that spell in Hospital. Father was still over seas in the Army and powerless to help. Mother and Pauline moved into temporary accommodation above the Queens Head in the Landgate and from there down to number two Western Place over the Sluice with Grandma Streeton. Very soon they were on the move again, this time to Ferry Road, at number eight, in a flat over the Butchers Shop, and it was while living there that I was born.

Bomb Damage at Winchelsea
Bomb Damage at Winchelsea

Up until my Mothers death in 1964, it was not uncommon for her to pick shards of glass from off her body; it was quite common place to see Mother with her leg up on a chair in front of her self picking glass from it. Many times I watched my Father picking glass from her scalp.

Lily Streeton
Lily Streeton

I have always felt that with so much glass in her body for all this time it must have contributed to the Cancer that finally ended her life aged just fifty four.

Earlier on last year I was looking at a B. B. C. Web Site which contained people’s reminiscences of World War Two. Here I found another woman’s account of this day in Winchelsea. She was around the same age as my Sister at this time, and also lived in the Salutation Cottages. (She also had a very interesting story to tell.) So with the help of a local Winchelsea family who had contact with this woman I was able to arrange contact between her and my Sister. If it had not been for that bomb, on that day, it would have been quite probable that they would have become acquainted. So now after sixty four years they have at last become acquainted. (Check her story out on the B.B.C Web site it’s well worth a read. The story can be found by using the following link.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/ww2peopleswar/stories/45/a2050345.shtml)

“Rye’s Own” February 2008

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The Long Journey

By Michael Whiteman

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

Ye Olde Bell Inn

This photograph taken outside The Bell on Bonfire Night captures the very atmosphere of the place. It has always been known as a meeting place for Ryers and holiday makers alike.

It is possibly the oldest pub in Rye, difficult to date historically but some parts are believed to be over 500 years old. A tavern was recorded on the site as early as 1420. Continue reading Ye Olde Bell Inn

Rye Fishermen at War

 

By Jim Hollands

In Wartime Britain Rye became one of the few ports on the South Coast
allowed to send its fishing boats to sea. The beach boats of Dungeness,
Hastings and Eastbourne were unable to launch, due to the steel anti-invasion
barriers that were erected to stop the imminent German invasion.

Continue reading Rye Fishermen at War

Air Warfare Over Rye

Issue – August 2007

By Barry Floyd

My sister and I were evacuees from London at the outbreak of the war,
on September 3rd 1939, and were accepted as pupils at Rye Grammar
School by the Headmaster, Mr. Jacobs. That first hard winter – – there
were very heavy snow falls in January 1940 and East Kent buses were
unable to reach Winchelsea Beach for many days – – was a phoney one
so far as military activities over East Sussex and Kent were concerned.
The situation changed dramatically by the summer, with the fall of
France and a threatened German invasion of England. Continue reading Air Warfare Over Rye

Pen & Ink

Dear Editor,

On Saturday the 13th August My son and his family came to visit me in Main Street Beckley, during the afternoon my son took his children to the Jubilee playing fields in Main Street Beckley, he laid his rather large bunch of keys down next to the swings whilst he played with the children. There was no one else in the playing fields at the time. When he got back to the house he realised that he had not picked the keys up. He went straight back to the playing fields but the keys had gone. We are prepared to offer a small reward for the safe return of these keys. If you should hear of anyone having found these keys, please could you put me in touch with them. Telephone either 01797 253344 or 01797 260886.

Ms Jones

Dear Editor

Could you start a subscription for me. Due to problems with my leg I am now housebound. Doesn’t time fly, I had a subscription in 1966/67 when I was in the Army stationed in Germany.

The articles are very good, together with the photos and drawings. I found the piece on H.M.S. Rye and her part in the Malta Story especially interesting. I have read “Forgotten Voices of World War Two” and there was a mention of HMS Rye told by a sailor on one of the other ships.

Its nice to the occasional mention of my Uncle Bill (Blower) Pierce. Nice to send to my son and grandchildren who live in Stoke on Trent so that they can know something of their roots. It is good that they can see we have Potteries in Rye, no so big as in their ‘Potteries’, but excellent pots have been produced down here.

Gordon Pierce                                                        Broad Oak

Dear Editor,

I was shocked to receive an e-mail today with regard to assault on the cleaner at the toilets at Rye Station Approach. You can be assured that Cllr Souster and I will do what we can to alleviate this problem. I shall personally be speaking to the police. It occurs to me that in the longer term there has to be CCTV surveillance at this spot to back up the police presence, as most of the trouble in Rye appears to be in this area with the nearby bus shelter also being vandalised. Please pass on our sympathy to the cleaner who was attacked and assure him that we will do what we can to see that at the very least the police are watchful at locking up time to protect him in future. Sadly at the moment many members of the police force have been taken away from Sussex to bolster the Met in London during this time of terrorist crisis. Community Support Officers are having to take the strain.

District Councillor Granville Bantick.

“Rye’s Own” September 2005

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Editorial

Those who went to the Ferry Road Primary School in the years just after the War will be especially interested in the 1946 Staff Photograph that is publish on page twenty-six. What a fine bunch of teachers they were. Continue reading Editorial