This past weekend I celebrated my first Bonfire Night.
When I moved to the UK last year I swore off Guy Fawkes day because celebrating a 400 year old execution (or any execution for that matter) seemed vulgar. I have since been convinced by friends that they aren’t celebrating the execution of Guy Fawkes per se, they are celebrating the fact that parliament DIDN’T get blown up as planned and that the King DIDN’T get assisinated. So I’ve decided to overlook the #notsubtle tradition of burning an effigy of Guy Fawkes each year, becuase despite my high horse moral objections… FIREWORKS!
So it was that the family I live with took me to their farm to sing over campfire food (you’ll be glad to know that there was no scarecrow burning involved). Those of you who know me know that I have an oddly intense obsession with fireworks. It was glorious.
I also learned how to chop wood with an axe. Which was, surprisingly enough, almost as exciting as setting off rockets. Guys, I think I missed my calling to be a lumberjack.
What is Bonfire Night?
Bonfire Night, (also known as Guy Fawkes night) is a lovely British tradition in which families come together for an evening around an outdoor fire. The origins come from the 5th of November 1605 when Guy Fawkes and other plotters were discovered attempting to lay gunpowder under the House of Lords. The people of London were given permission to light bonfires to celebrate that the assination attempt against thier king had gone bust. Ever since the British have commemorated this day with fireworks, campfire food, and burning scarecrows of ‘Guy Fawkes’.
The verdict is in, Bonfire Night is (minus the effigy burning) is something I could definitely get into… maybe I’ll bring it back to The States with me. I feel I understand more about childhood in the UK. I mean, nothing beats family time under the nostalgic autumn breeze.
I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!
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