November 5 is Guy Fawkes Day – he was part of the “Gunpowder Plot” in Merry Olde England, way back in who knows when (15-something? 16-something? Sounds about right) – a group tried to blow up Parliament and the royals, and Guy Fawkes was selected to stay with the barrels of gunpowder overnight. He was caught. He was found guilty (it was pretty obvious) – and was sentenced to death by hanging. He jumped off the gallows platform and died that way, instead. So the tradition I’ve always read about is that a scarecrow-type figure is made of Guy, and he’s burned on bonfires all over England. In effigy. Delayed justice in perpetuity. Something like that.
I asked a group of New
Zealanders on the elevator if one wishes someone “Happy Guy Fawkes Day” – they
laughed and said that isn’t usually said that way, and the young man in the
group said it isn’t exactly a happy occasion. I pointed out that the assassination plot was foiled, so it
was sort of happy. They agreed,
but also said that no one says “Happy Guy Fawkes Day.”
The tradition in THIS part
of the British Commonwealth is to shoot off fireworks – personal fireworks,
starting last night – and a large community-funded event of fireworks, tonight
at 9 PM. Not symbolizing the death
of Guy, but maybe what Parliament being blown up might have looked like, had
the plot not been uncovered?
Blowing up Parliament by proxy?
It seems odd, and no one we’ve chatted with has a good answer – they all
agree it’s just odd. (We
especially liked the two senior police officers who were timing recruits
running up and down the quay – they were very funny, and we joked about the
fireworks as a celebration.)
Richard and I spent the
evening along the waterfront, walking around, having a bite of dinner, scoping
out the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We ended up along a wall, in an elevated park that’s above
some shops in front and a parking garage in back. It was the perfect spot, aligned with the two barges in the
inner harbor, so that we had a front and center view of the fireworks.
I didn’t take photos of the
fireworks, I just enjoyed this amazing show. (The photos here ARE from the Guy Fawkes Day fireworks in Wellington, gathered from the internet - just so you can get some idea of what we saw.) Phenomenal.
Gorgeous. Synchronized
fireworks in all colors and all directions, doubled and twinned and conjoined
in the air from the two barges.
Exponential fireworks. Some
of the BEST fireworks I’ve ever seen!
And we enjoyed the crowd –
mostly teenagers and young couples, but plenty of families and tourists and the
professional photographer next to us who was chatty. It felt somewhat like Carnival, but it was cold. Bitingly cold. With a stinging wind out of the south
(and probably blowing direct from Antarctica) and intermittent rain. We both had on half our clothing, it
seemed, under our rain jackets, and we still felt the cold.
But those fireworks were so
worth it!!!
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