burn, baby, burn
My parents went to an actual Guy Fawkes party last night in Burnsville or Savage or someplace. Some friends of theirs held it, one of whom is a transplant from England. Last night was their 5th Annual Guy Fawkes Bonfire and this time there was a write-up for it in the local Burnsville newspaper. There were a few surprises this time, though. Since the paper listed the time, date and address, a number of people who had merely read about it in the paper showed up. My mom spoke to a few of them at the party. It seems that the ones who went after reading about it were all other English people living here, and every year they look for a Guy Fawkes party. This is the first year they actually found one. The hosts were surprised, but very gracious and were glad to be able to bring a bit of England to some others that were missing their homeland. Maybe I’ll have to go next year, myself.
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Now that’s cool. I’m sure if I were living abroad and some expat advertised a 4th of July party I’d go.
I remember the first (and only) time I went to the UK was four years ago this week and as my little backpacker tour bus was driving around we were seeing fireworks. I had no idea what it was all about. The bus driver told the story of Guy Fawkes, but I really don’t remember anything about it.
That is great to hear the England folks found a place to celebrate! Not sure what I think of the holiday though…having lived in London and celebrated Guy Fawkes day in Nov. 2001, it was a scary experience. Imagine walking down the street and having firecrackers thrown everywhere - ppl hiding in bushes, behind cars, etc. The bangs went on all night long. But, hey, I survived!