Sandwich Hill c1960, Eastry
Memories of Sandwich Hill c1960, Eastry
Going Down And 3 Miles to Sandwich
Again, we notice Eastry is set atop a hill and the Roman Road continues its way down and along to Sandwich. On the way are Dutch sounding place names such as Felderland Lane. The land is very flat and it wouldn't surprise if it was under the sea 2000 years ago. It is now sandy and fertile either for market gardening or for orchards. When the plum and cherry blossoms arrive for two weeks the sight would be envied anywhere in the world. At the bottom of the hill is the slight risk of flooding sometimes, but nothing too bad. Sliding down here in a car is no joke in snowy times. At the bottom behind these green canopies are farm workers cottages and meadows for horses. The scene is of a green and pleasant land. Once again we wonder who has travelled along here from one Cinque port to another and from Dover Castle and its Pharos to Richborough Castle when it was directly close to the sea. If... Read more
Eastry & local memories
Read and share memories of Eastry and Kent inspired by Frith photos.
Beautiful in All Seasons
This road, as the word Brook Street most clearly implies, leads down from the Cross in the distance at the top of the hill down through this avenue of trees to the Lynch. On the left are some beautiful houses with lawns and beautiful trees surrounding them. On the right is a sheep meadow and a horse chestnut tree where we used to go and throw things at the conkers to get them down. These were prize conkers and gave us a serious battle hobby of playing conkers for many weeks during late October and November. Behind the photographer is the Lynch and Lynch House, in which lived Wing-Commander Stanford Tuck who was a valiant and very famous second world war Spitfire pilot. At the bottom of the hill to the right was also a pond, and so there is plenty of water to be found at the bottom of this chalk hill where the waterline is at the surface. Then from the valley floor rose another hill called the... Read more
Link From Village to Mill
The area called Mill Green is behind the photgrapher and the village ahead. The Mill was working up until about 1960 or so, as we used to buy corn from there to feed the chickens. To the right of the photo is the church/chapel for Eastry Hospital which catered for all sorts of mental illness or simply for men taken in after the war. The hospital was originally a workhouse and has extensive grounds and buildings and was a big employer. The thought of the men was unsettling, but I never heard of any mishap regarding them. As ever, they would be dressed in their suits and wander around the village or in summer they would go off to Margate and probably sit in a pub all day. Where the broken wall is was a huge shed housing a vary large traction engine which would be used at harvest time I believe. Mill Green behind us, a five minute walk, was apparently pretty crumby but we seemed to be decent... Read more
Most of the names state the obvious. This is an important crossroad. Turn right to go to Mill Green along Mill Lane. Turn left to go to Vye's Stores (pre-1960) and then to the Church in Church Lane or down Brook Lane, where we assume the Brook never ran dry. We also assume that Eastry was much closer to the sea 1500 years ago. There is a view from the church of a vast flat area which we imagine has seen the sea recede. In the distance the road goes to Dover and this is the Roman Road which goes straight through the village. The watering holes are the Plough to the right, the Five Bells on the Cross and the Bull behind us. In front of us is a magnificent sort of Tudor style shop/house which we knew as Haddin's. Once, when we had a village fair we had to guess how many sweeties were in a huge jar in the shop window. To the left is the Chemist's... Read more
After my Time
The 'new' primary school in Cook's Lea (a respected headteacher in Sandwich) was built in the early sixties and is well-located next to the Gunpark to the left. The old C of E Primary School was a solid building and this new school has its modern style architecture. A famous quote is "it may be a marble palace, but as far as I'm concerned it's still a bloody school" despite the propaganda of how marvellous it all is, such opportunities. The old Primary School was in a much more historical evoking setting, next to the village green, the old church, and along the old Church Street and those older buildings and farms, not to mention Eastry Court or 'Palace', a real one. Its walls were solid! The football team of the late fifties and sixties was run by Mr Fright (the Primary school head) and then Arthur Welfare and with the talented Summers boys; especially Ken, Brian and Don the team raced up the leagues. This was modern stuff with... Read more
In 1960 the world's population was probably a mere 5 billion, now it is over 7 billion people. It was a bit of a shock to realise that people actually wanted to come and live in Eastry and presumably prices were slightly less than the big city. Now home owners had to live next to council house estates and this was a test of their pride or humility. A pathway was constructed between the new council house area and the village centre, but it took those people through Peak Drive. Someone must have objected to this and the pathway was blocked. However, people still managed to find a way through over people's fences and so when we moved to Orchard Road the pathway was 'forced' back open. In the local pubs, the only entertainment, gossip soon showed the division between the newcomers and the common-as-usual villagers. But, actually, most of us were hardly aware we supposed to resent newcomers and they were all the same to us, especially for those... Read more
The quaint older houses on the right now faced new bungalows to our left, and on our left is another walkway to the primary school. Now Jimmy came to live in one of the bungalows and then he came to our school when he was about 10. He was from Burnley, Lancashire, somewhere up north, a long way up north and his accent certainly showed itself to be different from Kentish - very different. Opposite Jimmy's house was Mr Johnston who seemed more at home and more suited to the MCC Pavilion at Lords. He often wore his MCC tie and in his expansive back lawn and at the gunpark, practised golf shots. No doubt he was a member at Royal St George's at Sandwich Bay. He was also a President of Kent County Cricket Club for a while. He lived in the white house on the right and a bit further along was the local hardware and repairs shop with men for hire. Further towards the big throbbing heartbeat... Read more
Lower Street And up to The Village From Dover
I believe this is called Lower Street and behind us is Dover Road, and a turn to the east to Northbourne and Deal or a walk to the cricket ground at Updown. Behind, to the left, is Buttsole Pond where some people broke the ice when winter sliding. It is a wetland area and the sort of place where today it would have to be on a preservation list. At 45 degrees to the left and across the fields was the Workhouse/Hospital. In front of us to the left are a few cottages before coming to the Coach and Horses. It is worth repeating many times that this is a Roman Road and we just can't imagine how many people have passed along this road, no doubt Caesar or the Duke of Wellington. To the right lived Mr and Mrs Tommy Hambrook; he was Eastry's umpire for many many years and his wife dutifully made the teas. Behind us and to the right were the Children's Cottage homes where lots... Read more
Rural, Very Rural
I'm guessing this is looking east from the Lower Street area over meadows and a cornfield with the Children's Homes to the right and the line of trees marking the brow of the hill of the Lynch. There was a pathway across that horizon. The word Lynch may even date back to old English before Anglo-Saxon times. On this chalky soil it can get very dry and the water goes down to the springs that emerge at the foot of Lower Street's Buttsole or at the bottom of Brook Street. From there is a little stream where we went for long walks along the brooks. We used to get tiny fish and other little water creatures. When the new water 'treatment' plant was installed there, we young boys were advised by the workman, "Better not drink that any more son!" The basis was .... you don't know where it's been. Far beyond the horizon is Northbourne and the word Bourne is another ancient word to do with water or a... Read more
Village Hall, Roman Road
Eastry has an important history and this is the Roman Road which went to Woodnesborough (after the god 'Woden') and to Sandwich to the right. The village hall to the left, through the open gates was the infants' school with Mrs Pemble and Mrs Capron, not the best of friends. They did a good job of getting us to read with no problems at all. No modern gimmicks, just 'Janet and John'. Because the gates were left open, I nearly ran straight under a fast moving car, about 1954. At age seven we went to the C of E primary school at the end of Church Street.
Because we were paid we joined the choir. Boys were joined by girls in about 1959. It was a good education learning some beautiful music, reading psalms, plenty of moral direction and people to admire such as the organist, Bill Press, and the notable vicar Fred Cooper. We had choir practice on Friday evenings, and then two services on Sundays. Easter and Harvest festival saw the place festooned with flowers and harvest goods. The carol evening after Christmas Day was splendid for all the best Christmas music. There were lots of weddings on Saturday afternoons and a spooky graveyard to walk around in the evenings. The view down to the Lynch across the corn was romantic.
Stage Coach Village
Eastry has a Roman Road through it but was also important as a place where we imagine important people stopped on the drive between Dover and Sandwich, the Cinque Ports. The Bull Pub on the left behind the trees, had a cobbled courtyard to the rear and room for horses and carriages. I assume some of the buildings date back 400 years, and perhaps the house in the distance could have been the toll house - it was Haddins to us. The Five Bells also had plenty of room back and front for picking up and dropping people off. The Plough Pub likewise, except, along with the Bull denote farming uses. The Trough also clearly indicates horses stood waiting for the drinkers to re-emerge.
This road was one which was mainly used to pass through Eastry. We used to take the 87 to Dover or Ramsgate/Margate, or the 13a bus to Deal or Canterbury. The 76 to Deal and Staple. To the right was the big-time first ever supermarket! Of course, a brand new concept and an open invitation to shoplifters. Where the photographer is standing, was a lane to the left to the Gunpark, which was cleverly turned into a mown area in about 1957 and Eastry football team did well for ten years. The Gunpark had a secret garden where many teens had their first kiss. To the right was Old Mother? who had a second-hand goods shop where not much was cheap apparently. There was a lane to the C of E Primary and to the hop gardens and the oast houses. The stones in that area were pebbles which we now work out must indicate that it once was a beach.
Doctor's to The Left, Butcher to The Right.
The (Roman) road going down to Buttsole and then to Dover or Deal and Updown Cricket field to the left, was sometimes blocked by farmworkers guiding their sheep from one pasture to another through the village centre. The shop on the right is quite significant because it used to belong to Mr Penn who ran the butcher's. There was a big cold-room at the rear. Mr Penn was the devoted leader of the local British Legion and we can imagine how many people from east Kent got involved in WWII. Then, in about 1964, the most amazing thing happened. A Pakistani took over the premises and Eastry was amazed to have its first brown-skinned foreigner, a coloured gentleman called Ali who turned it into a florist's and became very popular, I believe. Further down the road is the next pub which also indicates its and Eastry's purpose, the Coach and Horses. Many people went down this road on the early shift to the coal mines at Tilmanstone and Betteshanger. By... Read more
Sense of History
There is a sense of history by walking along Church Street with its deep guttering, for the times when and where horses were the transport and along to the Church, the Palace Of Eastry, Eastry Court and then Eastry farm and the C. of E. Primary School. Opposite the school was Lovers' Lane and a pretty walk between beautiful trees down to more farmland and little streams and waterways. To the right is the vicarage with a walnut tree and then there is the home belonging to some wealthy Dutch people and that reminds us that many Dutch people, protestants, came here a few centuries ago to avoid religious persecution. The view from the church tower is expansive and across broad flatlands towards the sea to the right, the east. It is also quite windy up there and it certainly feels like a sea breeze. This reminds us that the sea was much nearer 2000 years ago and when Thomas Becket hid here in about 1160 or so, he was... Read more
New? In Eastry?
This new housing estate was built pre the broadcasting of the soap-series The Newcomers. That programme was a soapie but dealt with the theme of newcomers settling in and being accepted. Was it 'keep yourself to yourself' or mixing in? A bit of each. These people I imagine had proper cars (the latest Toyota) and proper office jobs. We carried on at the mushroom farm or picked hops or picked up and sorted out blighty potatoes. We all end up in the Eastry Church graveyard in the end - it makes no odds. "Oh, Eastry, a dream come true! Get those muddy boots off!"
Where, But These Are Hammil Bricks
There are plenty of brick walls along most country lanes and so I am having trouble placing this. It might be near to Selson Farm which is actually not too far from Hammill brickworks. The clay under the chalk was just right for a thriving brick-baking industry. Near to Selson Farm are some buildings with some windows blocked up with bricks. A few hundred years ago when they brought in the window tax then the first thing to do was to block some up. What a money saving tip we can all take heed of! Meanwhile, trees can be the worst things to take care of or the easiest of beautiful things to appreciate when walking down a country lane with a bit of grass between the teeth. We might even adopt the philosophy of "It don't matter much don't it?"
This photo almost makes history come alive with the turning of the corner to make us wonder what lies there and the old houses in the foreground with the deep guttering. I guess that helped people avoid the water and waste from the horses, or in wet weather. It was easier to mount your horse from the top of that deep drop. Most of the houses used to be for old single ladies who looked very fierce in church to a 9 year old choirboy. One had a multi-coloured parrot in her window for years. Perhaps her past had been with pirates of the seven seas. Was her name Mrs Penfold who ran the fruit shop in her house's front room on the left? The houses have just had a lick of paint as if in preparation for prettiest village. To the right are grand houses set back from the road with driveways and further on are cottages for the workers. Around the corner is the village green, the church... Read more
Norman Church And Palace
Eastry used to be a very significant part of east Kent. The Norman church was built on the foundations of a previous church, which must have been built over a thousand years ago. It is said, there was a palace here for the King of Kent in 664 A.D. We can look up things to do with Saxon Kings, and Egbert, and two princes being murdered in the part we know as Eastry Court today here next to the church, St Mary's. Inside the church are substantial, important and significant tombstones and sculptures. Of course, when Eastry was closer to the sea, Thomas A Beckett in about 1200 hid in Eastry to avoid the King's knights and to escape overseas. It is said that the deep caves here went as far as Canterbury. To the right of the photographer is the vicarage with a nice walnut tree then. Next to that is the home of the Van Der Veld's(?) and we assume the Dutch (Protestants?) came here in their thousands... Read more
The church also holds fond memories for me. As well as being born in Forge House some 60 years ago my family had lots of connections with the church. My sisters, brother and I were all in the choir - my brother being a cross bearer for a few years, I was the only one who became a bell ringer and loved it. My father was for many years the peoples warden and then went on to be the vicars warden until, ill health prevailed when he reluctantly had to retire from his duties. But the two things I am proudest of is, that my father made and donated the present oak choir stalls in memory of my sister who sadly died when I was 9 months old and 2 days after her 20th birthday. The 2nd, and probably the greatest memory to my father is the bell that was dedicated to him with an inscription. All in all many happy years and great memories... Read more
My Dad's Childhood
My Dad was a member of the church choir here when he was a child. Gerald Fuller is his name but he left the village around the age of 16. His parents continued to live in Eastry with their other children, Hazel, Brian and Chris. Dad immigrated to Melbourne, Australia were he met my mother and had my sister Amanda and I. Amanda and I were fortunate enough to visit Eastry in 1985 and the feeling of family and belonging was very overwhelming. I remember one night Nan(Nancy) took us to bingo in the town hall and a woman came and introduced herself to us.......aparently she was a second cousin. As far as I know I have alot of relatives in town but distance has stretched the ties and I'm not sure who they may be. I will return to Eastry one day and search them out!!! Until then I will hold on to my memories and save my pennies!!
Emma Fox(nee Fuller)
Place of Birth
From just about where the photograph was taken I was born. The house was called Forge House obviously because of the Forge which my father used as a shed to house chickens in and then used as a workshop for his carpentry. He was Foreman carpenter at Tilmanstone colliery. My brother and I were both born in the house which I believe now is being used as a care home. I was 16 when that photo was taken.
Elizabeth Andrews February 2007
The Toll House
I am looking into my ancestry, and find relatives on the 1861 census living at the Toll House, Eastry, can any one tell me if it still stands today and are there any pictures of it?
We are just about to move hopefully into Tewkesbury, Mill Lane, Eastry, it sits in front of the Smock Mill up the lane directly opposite the newer houses. The house itself has a white picket fence around the front it is detached and painted cream with black surround to the front door and windowsills. There is a plaque on the front that says 'Tewkesbury c.1750'. Would anyone know any history on this property as we are intrigued to find out anything we can about it? We would be most grateful for any help on this matter. Many thanks indeed. Michelle.
I have three connections with Eastry - when I worked with Lamberts Laundries we served the Clarks of Eastry. I also visited the chapel as lay-preacher, and a forebear of my family was one time resident shoemaker at The Union.
In the days before washing machines we had numerous customers in Eastry and it was all day round. A recent short tour of the vaillage saddened me - no Baptist Chapel, many of the old established buisnesses gone and the pace of life has accelerated. The inhabitants still keep clean without Lamberts, and presumably shop at supermarkets - I wonder do they miss the chapel?
Herbert Piddock. firstname.lastname@example.org
Clark And Butcher Families
Hi, I'm very interested in Carolle's Ladd family memories as mine are so similar. You see photograph No. 2 of the High Street; the buildings to the left are Clark & Son's shops and the old house between them where my mother, Mabel Clark, was born. (Actually I think this photo was taken a few years earlier - see the old fashioned pram outside Pittock's the butcher shop.) The smaller shop nearest the camera became Eastry Post Office about 1955. In 1955 I was 17, so I think Elizabeth Andrews will remember me and my younger brothers. We then lived down Woodnesborough Lane at Lane House. This was right opposite the Eastry Caves and I spent summer 1955 acting as tour guide.
In 1957 my Uncle, Phil Clark, retired from the grocery side of the business but remained Postmaster with Margatet Bullock as principal assistant. My parents then owned the grocery store and the family moved to live in the old... Read more
Ladd Family 1878
My grandfather Ernest Ladd, born Eastry 1878, is buried in the churchyard. Although as a child when visiting my grandmother we would tend the grave and put flowers on it, I only have a vague recollection of its location. My mother and father were married at the church in 1938 (at that time the family lived next to the Andrews family in the High Street), as were her brothers and sister. All Ernest Ladd's children were baptised there, as were 9 of his 10 grandchildren; 1 grandchild was married there and 2 great-grandchildren were baptised there in the 1960s (one coming from USA especially), and another 3 great-grandchildren were baptised there in 1980s.
Ernest Ladd came from a family of ten children and although our side of the family all live far from Eastry and most far from our home county of Kent, Eastry holds a very special place in our hearts.
Taking Sunday afternoon walks down Buttsole or Brook Street, playing up the gunpark. Picking bluebells in Betteshangar Woods;... Read more