... or Guy Fawkes Night or Fireworks Night, was last night and it must have been the quietest one in years. Apart from a few 'fizz, bangs' there was hardly any noise at all! Could be different tomorrow night though as there's bound to be a few 'parties' around. Youngest son's family went to a big display put on by Brighton's Lions Club. They take over the local County Cricket ground but son has a friend who lives in a 5th floor flat overlooking the ground so that's where they went. I looked after little Zac as he's not old enough to appreciate the fireworks yet and it would have been far too late for him anyway.
I can remember years ago that Guy Fawkes night was only ever held on the 5th November, unless weather was bad on the night, then everybody had their fireworks on the next suitable night. Nowadays (although not this year in this area) people let off fireworks for a couple of weeks leading up to and a couple of weeks after ....
How naive we were all those years ago regarding the dangers of fireworks ... or were we just more careful? Could it be that they're now no longer made as suitable for private gardens? I certainly remember a 'jumping jack' chasing me around a neighbour's garden when I was little. Scared the living daylights out of me and hated them ever since!
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Bonfire Night/Fireworks Night/Guy Fawkes night? It's the night Brits celebrate the failure of the Gunpowder Plot, as it became known, back in 1605. Some people think that we celebrate Guy Fawkes' treason. In fact we celebrate on the edict of King James 1st, to celebrate his survival and the failure of the Plot, as the plot was to blow up the Houses of Parliament with him in it! The plotters were a group of men led by Robert Catesby but it was Guy Fawkes that was found, leading to the discovery of the plot. Since then, every November 5th, Brits have celebrated by burning bonfires, traditionally topped with a 'guy' (effigy) and setting off fireworks. It used to be a real family celebration but as years have gone on there's a move away from private parties to big, organised displays which enables much more extravagant pyrotechnics than could ever be displayed in private gardens.
We had a bit of sad news this week. One of our neighbours who lives opposite died at the weekend. She was a lovely lady but had been suffering from early stage dementia for a while then, earlier this year, she suddenly lost the use of her legs. She was taken to hospital but they couldn't find out why she'd become immobile - she just couldn't walk or carry her weight. She came back home but her husband couldn't care for her very well so she went into a home and he visited her daily, even though she got to the stage that she didn't really know he was there. The last few weeks she stopped eating and drinking and she slipped away over the weekend. She was nearly a year older than my Dad - her husband is a little younger. We've known them for 21 years - well, I've known them longer really 'cos they remember me, as a little girl, helping Dad with gardening jobs on his days off when he was in the Fire Service so, reckon they've really seen me grow up! It's sad and she was so sweet. R.I.P Ruby. You will be missed.
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I can remember years ago that Guy Fawkes night was only ever held on the 5th November, unless weather was bad on the night, then everybody had their fireworks on the next suitable night. Nowadays (although not this year in this area) people let off fireworks for a couple of weeks leading up to and a couple of weeks after ....
How naive we were all those years ago regarding the dangers of fireworks ... or were we just more careful? Could it be that they're now no longer made as suitable for private gardens? I certainly remember a 'jumping jack' chasing me around a neighbour's garden when I was little. Scared the living daylights out of me and hated them ever since!
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.
By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.
And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!
Bonfire Night/Fireworks Night/Guy Fawkes night? It's the night Brits celebrate the failure of the Gunpowder Plot, as it became known, back in 1605. Some people think that we celebrate Guy Fawkes' treason. In fact we celebrate on the edict of King James 1st, to celebrate his survival and the failure of the Plot, as the plot was to blow up the Houses of Parliament with him in it! The plotters were a group of men led by Robert Catesby but it was Guy Fawkes that was found, leading to the discovery of the plot. Since then, every November 5th, Brits have celebrated by burning bonfires, traditionally topped with a 'guy' (effigy) and setting off fireworks. It used to be a real family celebration but as years have gone on there's a move away from private parties to big, organised displays which enables much more extravagant pyrotechnics than could ever be displayed in private gardens.
We had a bit of sad news this week. One of our neighbours who lives opposite died at the weekend. She was a lovely lady but had been suffering from early stage dementia for a while then, earlier this year, she suddenly lost the use of her legs. She was taken to hospital but they couldn't find out why she'd become immobile - she just couldn't walk or carry her weight. She came back home but her husband couldn't care for her very well so she went into a home and he visited her daily, even though she got to the stage that she didn't really know he was there. The last few weeks she stopped eating and drinking and she slipped away over the weekend. She was nearly a year older than my Dad - her husband is a little younger. We've known them for 21 years - well, I've known them longer really 'cos they remember me, as a little girl, helping Dad with gardening jobs on his days off when he was in the Fire Service so, reckon they've really seen me grow up! It's sad and she was so sweet. R.I.P Ruby. You will be missed.
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