is tomorrow Nov 5. here.(all ready in the UK) Is this a big deal there?![]()
JD
is tomorrow Nov 5. here.(all ready in the UK) Is this a big deal there?![]()
JD
Senior Ole Salt # 650
"the only honest man who entered parliament with good intent"
I think Newfoundland was the main area in Canada to continue this tradition, although it has probably died out a bit in recent years. It was a great experience for young folks. Preparations would go for days before hand..collecting driftwood, trees from land clearing, etc. and stacking a pile on the beach. Groups and communities sometimes competed for the biggest one. It was made more special when local fishermen donated an old boat that was beyond repair.
Another fun thing was having small fires away from the big one to roast 'rounders'..goes great with a spot of rum!
http://www.novareinna.com/festive/guy.html
Last edited by ShagRock; 11-04-2009 at 09:41 PM.
Pirate of the Grand Banks
We weren't as bad as you boys from Carbonear. And the cliffs were too steep where I lived
P.S. Are you goin' out to one this year?
Wonder how the Brits are feeling about the festivities?
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/ar...-tomorrow.html
Last edited by ShagRock; 11-04-2009 at 10:28 PM.
Pirate of the Grand Banks
We only took what had to be, like bait put out to catch you. I remember going off with a woodhorse, that I had to get within 3 feet of the owner, to acquire. Bonfire night is almost over, now its town fire with hot chocolate. Last time I participated in collection, a cranky garage owner wouldn't give the kids a few bald tires, from the truckload he had parked under the street lamp. They had a large fire that year.
Not as big as it used to be. When I was a child it was a great occasion. Communal bonfire with neighbours, lots of fireworks, potatoes baked in the fire and sausages cooked on it. All kinds of high jinks. In the weeks leading up to it there were lots of kids on the streets with "guys" of every description, begging for "a penny for the guy". We always made one (although we didn't get to go begging) to be burned on the bonfire.It was also our duty to search the woodpile for hedgehogs before it was lit.
Tends to be more sanitised now, with big displays run by parishes and local organisations rather than individual ones. Fireworks are quite different too. We had "roman candles", "jumping jacks", "catherine wheels" etc. plus the occasional rocket. Sparklers for the young children. Every year my father bought one "special" firework. I can remember one called "the Gerb". We regarded it with awe. The only ones that made any great noise were the "bangers". Now every firework seems to be designed to sound like gunfire or wailing shells passing overhead. They're much more spectacular, though.
Firework displays are more common than they used to be at other celebrations - the finale of the prizegiving at village regattas, for example. Many coastal villages here have a long standing tradition of the annual regatta - mixture of serious racing and fun events like the greasy pole and the backwards rowing races. Anchored in one of our creeks on an autumn evening it is not uncommon to see a display in the distance across the marshes. That's a real sign of the season coming towards its close.
We never took much notice of Halloween, but Guy Fawkes was something to look forward to. Not now. It just frightens the cat.![]()
"Mozart is the heart's touchstone" (Edwin Fischer)
I cannot add to or improve upon what Downthecreek has written here.
My seven year old son has to write a desription of a firework for his homework; I mentioned Roman Candles, Catherine Wheels and Jumping Jacks - none of which seem to exist now.
We will be taking him to the Ipswich municipal firework display tonight - but it is not the same - Guy Fawkes Night used to be a commmunal activity; now it is an event for spectators.
Guy Fawkes, where are you? now your country needs you!
Much as I dislike the Daily Mail - a scurrilous gutter rag posing as something more serious - I can't help sympathising with some of these sentiments.
Politically, we are screwed. Choice between the appalling Labour government and the equally appalling Tories. Obama is said to have described Cameron (Tory leader and likely next Prime Minister) as "a lightweight". Well, he's a generous man... (Obama, not Cameron)
At least the Lisbon Treaty has been ratified, which will thwart Cameron's intention of scuppering it. And Blair (who is almost universally despised here) is most unlikely to turn up as "President of Europe", so that's good news, although I would have been glad to see a decent and competent Brit in that post. (I support Mary Robinson, a former President of Ireland, but I don't think she'll get it) Many of our neighbours in the EU (Germany, for example, or the Netherlands) are far better and more sensibly governed than we are and there is a lot we could learn from them.
So, on the whole, I think Blair, Brown and Cameron would be more suitable effigies on this day than the iniquitous Mr. Fawkes.
"Mozart is the heart's touchstone" (Edwin Fischer)
I well recall one dark and stormy evening, bouncing around off East Anglia in an F7 and between the waves attempting to determine the characteristics of a flashing light...
The shouted conversation between helm and skipper went something like
Red, white, wave, wave, white, green - long pause - white....
..ck me sideways - PURPLE
That'll be Snape Maltings - fine on the starboard bow.
Halloween was always a family party with "Dookin for apples" and treacle scones suspended from string - there was also a tradition of "guising" a word with no exact equivalent in English.
Guy Fawkes night was more a community event - different flavour altogether.
This year we seem to have had much less in the way of random fireworks - an improvement.
AKA Henry Crun.
"You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know"
The Grateful Dead
TREACLE SCONES!!! I haven't had one for more than thirty years! You took me straight back to tea with my wonderful grandmother - a Scottish baker of the finest quality. A freshly baked, warm treacle scone, dripping with good butter.....aaahhhhh! (Her Scotch broth was to die for as well)treacle scones
Fangs for the memory![]()
"Mozart is the heart's touchstone" (Edwin Fischer)
Very much the same story as Downthecreek, except that it all took place on Empire Day, 24th May. There hasn't been an empire for some time, so now it's 'Cracker Night'. I went to such a bonfire (no Guy) a couple of years ago, and did see Catherine wheels. What I haven't seen for years is "throwdowns".
Sometimes I feel like King Cnut
"You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know"
The Grateful Dead
Here is a town Lewes in Sussex who know how to organise Bonfire Night.
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It really is quite difficult to build an ugly wooden boat.
It is definitely over. Here, an 84 year old man had to burn his own boat , bonfire night.
the english celebrate an italian hero, over here no one i ask has heard of him
Guy Fawkes night was as downthecreek remembered it for us, with the added thrill of my grandfathers (ex RM and RE) big homemade rockets. Good for 4000 ft if I remember. Of course this was in a small bush town with a big communal bonfire on the flat. Once Bert Saunders let off some gelignite plugs along the creek, blowing big old stumps for the firewood.
Well, the best that we could manage for the seven year old was to take him to a communal bonfire and fireworks in a nearby small town - I did cook some parkin.
I think Lewes has the right approach...