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These days it passes by relatively unremarked but when I was growing up “Cracker night” was a close second to Christmas when it came to anticipation, excitement, and fun.
Weeks before the big event the whole neighbourhood would start building a bonfire on the nearest empty block. The crafty folk would fashion a “Guy” from our cast-off clothing and we would all save our pennies to purchase our crackers from the local milk bar. Tomb thumbs, penny bangers and sparklers were cheapest, so we collected them by the bagful. Jumping Jacks were scary and to be avoided if possible. My favourite were the Catherine wheels which we nailed to the fence. Our loudest “oohs and ahhs” were saved for the launching of the big rockets but this was tinged with sadness as it usually meant it was time to go home and treat our burns!
Do you have a bonfire night story? Please share!
By Kerry O'Hara
Ivanhoe Library Branch Manager