So, I have to admit it. I absolutely did not remember that yesterday was Guy Fawkes Day/Night. I happened to stumble upon a tweet about it when I was skimming through Twitter earlier today. That jogged my memory.
But now that I’m thinking about it, I can’t help but fondly conjure memories of celebrating Guy Fawkes Night with our friends back home in Ohio. A close family friend is originally from Manchester, and he (and his wife — a local friend from Ohio) would host an annual Bonfire Night on November 5th.
My husband and I are huge fans of anything that involves a campfire, so we typically accepted the invitation to celebrate Guy Fawkes. But, as I ponder this more (and re-read the entry on the all-knowing, all-powerful Wizard-pedia), the Guy Fawkes bonfire is actually celebrating the fact that the King survived the attack. Right??
Perhaps it’s because I am a U.S. citizen (and we still celebrate our independence from the motherland — all due respect to the British Empire), but the V for Vendetta movie (as well as the comic book its based on), conjured a very, very different association (in my head at least, which may not be saying much these days): that Guy Fawkes Night actually celebrated the other guy: Guy.
Guess not. Oh well. Those campfires as well as the time spent with dear friends back home still mean more to me than any other meaning attached to the event. I relish the quiet and the jovial noisiness of nights with loved ones, best around a fire, sharing drinks.
And because this post is a somewhat random, stream of consciousness brain dump, I think a campfire moment between Evie and Erik (my NaNoWriMo characters) after a hard day working at the dairy farm might be kind of a cool/pivotal bonding moment between the two (of course, her family and the other farm hands will be there). We all know that moment (right?): the private exchange between two people who are about to embark on quite an adventure! 🙂