Posted: 06/11/2013 at 09:02
When we were children we lived on a farm in the middle of a tiny hamlet - over the year Pa would accumulate burnable farm rubbish and 'stuff' in a corner of the yard, then the weekend before 5 Nov he and some of the other dads would load it all into a trailer and Pa would drive it down the road into the field behind the wood, other families would bring any burnable rubbish they had - if there was big stuff Pa would go and get it with the tractor and trailor, and then they'd all build a big bonfire and my brother and me and some of the other children would make a guy and on the Big Day we would take it down to the field on a pram trolley.
On 5th November all the children who lived around us (very few - only 13 of us at the village school!) and their parents would bring fireworks and each Dad would take turns in letting off their familiy's fireworks. . Mums would sit well back on bales of straw and be in charge of flasks of soup (usually Knorr minestrone I seem to remember) and when all the fireworks were over we children would ignite our sparklers on the embers at the edge of the bonfire and Ma would take us home. Pa and the other dads would stay with the fire until it had died right down and then he'd come home, smelling of bonfire