And so, today's tradition of bonfire night has vastly changed during my lifetime ( not that I'm as old as some would like to think!
Its obviously not celebrated in France so I'm left to my own memories of childhood events.
maybe some of you would like to share your memories?
As a child, every year we used to go to a family friend's house who had a veggie plot at the end of their garden ( so lots of debris to burn)
There were 3 families and as the 3rdfamily ran a post office , selling fireworks etc ,any left over ... and treacle toffee...were brought along( yipppeee!)
We'd start the evening off watching the safety announcements/warnings on the TV then set off on foot carrying our carved out swedes from Halloween . I can smell the burning swede now!Those candles were used to light the sparklers.
As soon as we were all there the grownups lit the bonfire and we huddled around wearing gloves, balaclavas and hats on to keep warm ( I swear it was always really cold back then!!!!)
We took it in turns each year as to who made the guy and watch it burn on the bonfire.
Then as it got really dark we'd light the fireworks one at a time ( securely kept in a tin). My favourites were the traffic light and volcano ones .
A few spuds would be left in the fire wrapped in foil to cook
We'd then go inside and squeeze in around a tiny table eating hotpot with a lovely thick crust and pickled beetroot and red cabbage. Followed by a big chunk of sticky Parkin.
One of the most memorable things was then all 6 of us children would wander the streets picking up rocket sticks. Not a car in site! Everywhere was smokey/misty with the scent of fireworks hanging around all evening.
We'd then play Cluedo whilst the grown ups chatted in the other room, then we'd set off home.
Always on actual bonfire night, so never a late night as we'd have school the next day.
No doubt it was a tiny bonfire and didn't burn for long, but it seemed that almost every 4th house in those days had a bonfire lit.
When you look back, you realise the pollution involved as well as the terrible risk of burns.
Burning someone 'alive'(poor Guy Fawkes) in retrospect seems dreadful!
Not very PC either was it?!
Apart from children sitting on the pavement next to their Guy hoping to be given cash or sweets in the preceding days, it was just a one night event with only the occasional banger going off during the week.
Looking back , it would have been a miserable firework display compared to organised events held these days.
but the memories linger!
oh...and how many lines of the poem do you recall?
English Folk Verse The Fifth of November
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
So ,what are your memories/traditions?
Its obviously not celebrated in France so I'm left to my own memories of childhood events.
maybe some of you would like to share your memories?
As a child, every year we used to go to a family friend's house who had a veggie plot at the end of their garden ( so lots of debris to burn)
There were 3 families and as the 3rdfamily ran a post office , selling fireworks etc ,any left over ... and treacle toffee...were brought along( yipppeee!)
We'd start the evening off watching the safety announcements/warnings on the TV then set off on foot carrying our carved out swedes from Halloween . I can smell the burning swede now!Those candles were used to light the sparklers.
As soon as we were all there the grownups lit the bonfire and we huddled around wearing gloves, balaclavas and hats on to keep warm ( I swear it was always really cold back then!!!!)
We took it in turns each year as to who made the guy and watch it burn on the bonfire.
Then as it got really dark we'd light the fireworks one at a time ( securely kept in a tin). My favourites were the traffic light and volcano ones .
A few spuds would be left in the fire wrapped in foil to cook
We'd then go inside and squeeze in around a tiny table eating hotpot with a lovely thick crust and pickled beetroot and red cabbage. Followed by a big chunk of sticky Parkin.
One of the most memorable things was then all 6 of us children would wander the streets picking up rocket sticks. Not a car in site! Everywhere was smokey/misty with the scent of fireworks hanging around all evening.
We'd then play Cluedo whilst the grown ups chatted in the other room, then we'd set off home.
Always on actual bonfire night, so never a late night as we'd have school the next day.
No doubt it was a tiny bonfire and didn't burn for long, but it seemed that almost every 4th house in those days had a bonfire lit.
When you look back, you realise the pollution involved as well as the terrible risk of burns.
Burning someone 'alive'(poor Guy Fawkes) in retrospect seems dreadful!
Not very PC either was it?!
Apart from children sitting on the pavement next to their Guy hoping to be given cash or sweets in the preceding days, it was just a one night event with only the occasional banger going off during the week.
Looking back , it would have been a miserable firework display compared to organised events held these days.
but the memories linger!
oh...and how many lines of the poem do you recall?
English Folk Verse The Fifth of November
Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
So ,what are your memories/traditions?
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