COUNCILLOR Stanley’s memorable quote, “ghastly European canteen” just shows his ignorance.
It was Cllr. Foyle and his sons, who experienced both world wars and put their hands in their pockets to build a practical memorial to those who gave their lives here and overseas during WW2, and the fortitude of the people in Eastbourne.
The ‘flying angel’ people gave in tribute to the fallen of The Great War is in fact The Angel Of Victory submitted by sculptor Henry Fehr in 1919, and commissioned by several towns up and down the U.K.
The angel bears a sword and a wreath symbolising the cross of sacrifice and reward for duty done.
The Wish Tower cafeteria and sun lounge rounded off the landscaping of the Martello tower ditch, which was full of rubbish.
The ship’s mast sculpture and pond with running water make it a tranquil, reflective spot, in front of the memorial plaque.
It’s pretty basic, yes, but banning Jews from cafes in occupied Europe was ghastly, and starving people in canteenless camps even more ghastly.
We have the hotels, so I think it is wrong to suggest something grander than a place for everybody to eat and drink on their way along the seafront. Cllr. Foyle also purchased land west of the promenade for people to enjoy walking along, called Foyle’s Way.
I don’t know the ins and outs of the lease. Generally a landlord (the council) is responsible for the building and repairs, and ensures the tenant leaves the premises in a reasonable condition.
And I’m afraid I can’t get enthusiastic about maintaining the redundant warning stripes at Beachy Head.
For the benefit of people with black and white photos of the lighthouse, they were once black and white stripes. I don’t know when they changed to red. I expect Trinity can say.
If there’s no necessity to coat it in paint, it’ll soon get weathered and won’t look clapped out like Eastbourne Borough Council property closer to home.
Manor Gardens is a shame. The day the garden opened and house opened as The Towner Art Gallery, a Royal Marine band played.
Until it was scrapped in the war effort, a World War 1 tank was in Gildredge Park. I have a sneaking suspicion a big house and garden open to everybody was a bit of post–war progress along the “land fit for heroes” lines.
It seems the war-wounded got hidden away. I was told about a soldier who lost his legs. He wore boxing gloves and shifted about on a wheeled board with his knuckles.
Is it an exaggeration to answer the question, “What is there for youth?” with “Look around you. They fought and died for it”.