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Southease maps
Historic maps of Southease and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Southease maps
Southease photos
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Iford| Piddinghoe| Peacehaven| Kingston Near Lewes| Newhaven| Saltdean| Glynde| Lewes| Firle| Rottingdean| Glyndebourne| Bishopstone| Ovingdean| Woodingdean| Offham| East Blatchington| Ringmer| Falmer| Seaford| Alfriston| Litlington| Plumpton| Cuckmere Haven
Southease area books
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Married in Rodmell
I was born in Rodmell on 25th November 1964 at Mill Furlong. I continued to live there until my father built Abergavenny House. I eventually married the son of the Pearce family who bought Mill furlong from my father Terry Denyer. I continued to live at Abergavenny House until I married Steve Pearce in 1986. I have lots of memories of Rodmell but I am sure my brothers and sister have more.
Coopers
My husband's ancestors were mostly Coopers. Has anybody any information about Coopers in Rodmell (John Pace, born Rodmell 1728) or in any of the surounding towns? Some of them were Coopers in East Grinstead, Brighton, Lewes...
If you have any information, please, please contact me at carine.luyckx@skynet.be. I am totaly stuck for any further findings of the family tree.
2 Years in The Village
Sometime around 1956, for about two years, two of us shared a cottage in Iford village (one of the first two as you came off the main road from Lewes). We worked for Mr Robinson milking his Guernsey herd and doing the dairy work for one of the Shorthorn herds, in those days there was a bottling plant at the other end of the village and the milk was taken to Hove each day to be sold. I can remember occasionaly getting a lift and spending time on the beach.
I kept my horse in the village and would ride him on the downs or should I say try and ride him as his greatest aim in life seemed to be to unseat me.
Two village names I can remember working with were Denyer and Honeysett, I think we were regarded with great interest when we arrived, '2 young girls' living in a cottage on their own and outsiders at that.
There used to be a dance at... Read more
Summer Holidays in Piddinghoe
I have very fond memories of my holidays in Piddinghoe, spent at my Aunty Rene's home which stood on the bank of the River Ouse. I loved walking into the village to buy cream soda pop from Mr Caplin's shop. He would call me & my little sister "his little Welsh friends" as that's where we travelled from to visit our family. Our walks along the river with the dog. Piddinghoe holds a special place in my heart.
Mackerel Fishing
Many's the time we wandered along the edge of the harbour and up and down the landing stages, studying the leathery faced fishermen's busy hands as they worked on the nets, or repaired lobster pots. We'd peep around, what seemed huge metal doors and gates clad in rusting wire mesh, to get a glimpse of the boat yards beyond, and if we'd enough in our pocket for a cup of tea, we stop at the cafe that looked across the harbour, and out towards the bridge on the left. The owners always had time for us, and if they had any stale bread and cake, they'd let us have it to feed the swans that swam among the boats just a few steps from their entrance, though needless to say, the swans only got what was left after we'd picked out all the edible bits.
It was from Newhaven that I had my first fishing trip. A family friend took us out in his small fishing boat, and the... Read more
Watch House Duties
It must have been in the late 1960s, I was on duty in the old watch house and, as was my habit, I was hooking out whiting out of the Harbour. Fish that at the time had no commercial value at market, and the fishermen threw them back in. I was so engrossed in my angling when a voice behind said "What's all this then, what are you up to?". I turned and there was a policeman standing there, so I replied, "Fishing!". He thought I was being evasive, so I casually hooked a fish out and he was convinced. It really looked suspicious, as I was using a long handled broom and catching the fish on the broom head and flicking them ashore. Andy Relf was the policeman and we remained friends for a very long time, unfortunately we are no longer in touch, but if he happens to read this, perhaps it will make him smile as it does me.
Mum With Kids
The lady in the foreground looks very like my mum with me walking to her left and my sister in the pushchair. We lived locally and went to the beach all the time. It would be interesting to see that part enlarged so I could identify them. My favourite memory of that time was the excitement we felt on arrival and smelling the familiar smell of seaweed draped all the way up the concrete steps leading on to the sand, and the lovely feel of sand under your feet as you padded down them.
