Memories Relighted For Bonfire Night
Getting out there for the annual firework display – that used to be the highlight of my birthday celebratory period. Although born in October, I always had the honour of having a family sized box of fireworks and a belated party as part of our traditions. We would rush around in the week surrounding my birthday, perfectly executed guy to hand, sat atop an even more exsquisitely executed barrow, courtesy of our very handy dad. Being one of only a very few families in our village with teenagers, we made a pretty penny on our forways round the narrow lanes. Dad fixed us up with good lights on the barrow, so we didn’t frighten the life out of any dear old potential donors to our cause. Then on bonfire night we’d be out thre with our chums’ families, round our bonfire, and the Dads would set the fireworks and the mums set the steam soup. Ah, memories!