“Remember, remember the 5th of November…”
Imagine making a dummy of a person in history and throwing it onto a raging fire with your family.
Welcome to Guy Fawkes Night, or Bonfire Night!
in 1605, a small group of Catholics planned to blow up parliament in London in hopes of killing the King, Prince of Wales and many other parliament members who were prosecuting Catholic citizens.
The plot was foiled (apparently one man had second-thoughts and sent a cryptic letter to someone within parliament to warn them) and one of the conspirators, Guy Fawkes, was caught and executed. That night, the 5th of November, many citizens lit bonfires to celebrate the safety of the king. Over the years, this tradition has stayed alive with Bonfire Night, including fireworks and even burning effigies of Guy Fawkes on bonfires.
Really brings the family together, don’t you think?
This year was my first personal experience with bonfire night and I was lucky to attend two different events.
First was in our neighbourhood, a few hundred people in a park warmed by a big fire while watching some fireworks to a strange selection of songs (themes from movies like Mission Impossible, Ghostbusters and Men in Black??)
Next was in a local village, a few thousand people in a large park warmed by a giant fire while watching some fireworks to instrumental music, burgers and hotdogs in hand.
Basically, you can hear personal fireworks being set off once the sun goes down. I’m so sorry to all the scared pups out there!
It was cold but I’m really happy to have experienced it. For a small entrance fee, the money goes towards the local Scouts or the village itself so you feel good about attending, but it also felt really homey, like I was part of the village, watching the explosions with my burger’s ketchup running down my coat.
All it took was a murderous plot to bring us all together.
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!