Guy Fawkes Days and Nights to Remember


By Ed Crane
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We had firework days every year, so important to the family. Granddad and Nan always there with jacket potatoes and butter. Always a Guy with a papier maché mask, made from my old pyjamas, gone too small, stuffed with News of The Worlds, Mirrors and Pictorials collected and hidden from the dustbin lorries through September and October. Old wood and Privet cuttings, dried since the summer, piled in a heap over the dugout potato patch.
Weekly payments into the corner newsagent's (I forget his name) firework club. Two-bob a week? I never knew how much: five pounds the target. An evening audience with Brocks and Standard when all was quiet, to choose the size of rockets; Catherine wheels; Roman candles (some held by hand on a wooden stick) and (not too many!) penny bangers. For a treat, aeroplanes with RAF roundels that made a noise and spun out of control.
Creep in visits to the cool front-room to survey the bright coloured tubes promising more than they ever delivered. A quick check that no one would hear while I stroked and shook the most mysterious to see how they rattled.
Hoping for a dry night – and there weren’t many. ‘If it rains we’ll do it on Saturday’. It didn’t last long, the bonfire still burnt after the show; a glowing reminder till well after midnight. Granddad lit rockets. Dad kept Catherine wheels spinning with a gloved hand and made sure the box was closed when the Jacks Jumped, dramatically scaring Mum – I didn’t like Roman candles, but they were Nan’s favourite – sometimes we had really big Vesuviases.
Misty smoke-filled mornings on the sixth, searching streets that smelled of gunpowder for trophies of fallen rockets, cold and dead with blackened sticks. Sometimes rare finds: red plastic caps blown off by aerial stars of red, white and green. The bigger the better for playground boasting.
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Forgotten memories that never fail to rise each time we AAAH and OOOH – with the hands of the grandkids in mine – at clinically safe Lakeside displays.
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Hi Ed,
Hi Ed,
such wonderful memories conjured in this writing. I always remember the kids in our village in the 60s making a guy and sitting outside shops asking for a penny for the guy, it was always that build up to November 5th and seeing how much we could collect.
Very significant to the I P.
Jenny.
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Wonderfully nostalgic.
Wonderfully nostalgic.
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Misty smoke-filled memories..
Misty smoke-filled memories...
I commented yesterday - disappeared into cyber space apparently. Never mind, I enjoyed this piece.
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They were shorter displays,
They were shorter displays, but family times and it's Mum's treacle toffee I seem to remember. This year, for the first time for a long time we were at quite a small display at my mother-in-law's care home. Apparently some homes are scared of doing them now because of the rules, but the maintenance man did a really lovely display just as it got dark outside the big dining room wall-window, with the residents just having had a fun tea, and been given glow-sticks. A short display, but so enjoyed! Rhiannon
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A 'blast' from the past. As
A 'blast' from the past. As I listen to the fireworks booming all around, this piece brought back childhood memories. That's why it's out facebook and twitter pick of the day. Do share of you like it too.
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Nostalgia, always the best.
Nostalgia, always the best.
Remember a Catherine wheel flying off the post and dancing around my feet, scared me to hell, but the parkin cake and spuds saved me
Well deserved award.
Pops ~xx~
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sparklers for the wee ones
sparklers for the wee ones and rockets for the big ones, stick them in a milk bottle and let them fizz. try to get a bigger bonfire than the gang up the hill or across the way. everyone mucked in.
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