I better post these pictures before they are too old! Guy Fawkes Day is a British holiday, celebrated on the 5th of November (and for several nights before and after). It dates back to the 1600s, when a group of conspirators tried to blow up parliament with gunpowder. They were discovered, and a guy named Guy Fawkes was charged with treason and burned at the stake. Now, they celebrate the occasion with huge bon fires and fireworks. We finally got to go to a Guy Fawkes bon fire, and here are our pictures...
We went to a church in our area, where they were serving dinner and hot chocolate before the bonfire and fireworks. We turned up near 6:30pm to meet some friends (weird that it's so dark you can light fireworks at 6 pm -- I guess I'm used to the 4th of July). It turned out the fireworks were just starting, and Samantha was TERRIFIED!
She clung to me or Brian like her life was about to end. She kept saying "car. go. bye-bye." over and over again. We told her not to be scared, that they were just fireworks -- big pretty lights in the sky. Then she started saying "bye-bye fire. bye-bye lights." over and over. In her defense, I have to say these were very loud, very close fireworks... bottle-rocket types with loud pops and bangs.
This shot above is my favorite, our poor scared girl. Guy Fawkes day is NOT her holiday, it seems. We only stayed for 15 minutes, never even meeting up with our friends. Then we took our terrified girl home. In the car all the way home she kept saying "bye-bye lights. bye-bye fire." Happy Guy Fawkes day!
We went to a church in our area, where they were serving dinner and hot chocolate before the bonfire and fireworks. We turned up near 6:30pm to meet some friends (weird that it's so dark you can light fireworks at 6 pm -- I guess I'm used to the 4th of July). It turned out the fireworks were just starting, and Samantha was TERRIFIED!
She clung to me or Brian like her life was about to end. She kept saying "car. go. bye-bye." over and over again. We told her not to be scared, that they were just fireworks -- big pretty lights in the sky. Then she started saying "bye-bye fire. bye-bye lights." over and over. In her defense, I have to say these were very loud, very close fireworks... bottle-rocket types with loud pops and bangs.
This shot above is my favorite, our poor scared girl. Guy Fawkes day is NOT her holiday, it seems. We only stayed for 15 minutes, never even meeting up with our friends. Then we took our terrified girl home. In the car all the way home she kept saying "bye-bye lights. bye-bye fire." Happy Guy Fawkes day!
2 comments:
Last year John was the exact same way. It's weird that loud bangs they create on their own don't affect them the same way!
Poor little Sammy. Can't wait till she gets here! I'll help her feel better.
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