Lewes Forum thread

Go on, tell 'em what you think

Lewes Forum New message

Magic Lantern & music show, Town Hall Fri 25 March

On 21 Mar 2011 at 4:03pm Julia Squeezer wrote:
Lewes: From Field to Foundry
A Journey with Magic Lantern & Concertinas
Town Hall Assembly Room, High Street, Lewes BN7 2DE
Doors open 7.30 p.m. for 8.00 p.m.
Admission £10, including an interval drink: tickets on the door
Enquiries: Sussex Archaeological Society
01273 405737 members[at]sussexpast.co.uk
Images, traditional songs and readings about life on the land in Sussex at the time the Phoenix Foundry opened in 1832 and the changes it brought to working people's lives.
Images from Allan and Rene Marriott's Magic Lantern, the Victorian ancestor of the slide projector. The show will include slides of Lewes from the Sussex Archaeological Society's private collection, including a number of Sanger's Circus visiting the town in the early 1900s. There will also be some novelty slides with special effects.
Music from the Spare Parts Concertina Band.
On 22 Mar 2011 at 12:46pm 'ere be monsters wrote:
The foundry was a bloody awful place to work in the late 20th century, let alone the 19th.
On 22 Mar 2011 at 8:01pm Julia Squeezer wrote:
The show doesn't romanticise the foundry, farm work, or historic living conditions.
On 23 Mar 2011 at 11:22am 'ere be monsters wrote:
Just as well, I could show you the scars if you want!!
On 26 Mar 2011 at 10:17am Julia Squeezer wrote:
There was a good turnout and it should have made a few bob for the Sussex Archaeological Society. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves as much as the lanternists and the band did.

32 posts left

Your response

You must now log in (or register) to post
Click here to add a link »
Smile Wink Sad Confused Kiss Favourite Fishing Devil Cool



Willeys Bridge 131:132
Willeys Bridge

Ah but if they came on your land the owners would be trespassing. Cats are the worst offenders and seagulls, do they aim at cars? more
I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.
Oscar Wilde