Ruth and Rex Irwin didn’t have much money to go on. But they did have two of the loveliest children under the sun. Every spare penny was spent on the kids. Not that they were spoilt. They weren’t. Ruth and Rex didn’t have enough money to spoil their kids.
It was Guy Fawkes Day. Almost every family in the world (unless you didn’t live in England) had fireworks of some kind or other. How exciting! Ruth and Rex Irwin and their two kids didn’t have any fireworks. It’s not that they disagreed with celebrating Guy Fawkes with a BANG! It’s simply that they couldn’t really afford it. The Livingstone-Miller’s and their two kids had lots of fireworks. They were set to show the neighbourhood just how rich they were.
The evening of Guy Fawkes came. The Livingstone-Miller’s began their display. It was nothing to write home about. The best fireworks were the arguments. Mrs Livingstone-Miller argued with Mr Livingston-Miller. And their two kids argued. And Mrs Livingstone-Miller argued with her son, and Mr Livingston-Miller argued with his daughter. And they lit everything and forgot to look, so busy were they hating each other.
Meanwhile the Irwin family had their dinner and then Mr Rex Irwin pulled out from his pocket a penny-farthing. For those who don’t know, a penny-farthing is not just a bicycle. He obviously didn’t pull a bicycle out of his pocket, silly. A penny-farthing, when it comes to firecrackers, is the tiniest little cracker imaginable. Or is it in fact called a tom-thumb? When it is lit it does more of a POP than a BANG.
“I found it on the street,” said Rex.
The Irwin’s went out onto their veranda. They lit it. It went
POP!!!!!
The Irwin’s laughed and laughed and laughed. It was the most fun Guy Fawkes celebration in the whole world. It was one that Ruth and Rex Irwin’s kids remembered their whole lives.
Listen the story being read HERE!
A lovely charming story. As always. the company is often more important than the occasion as you show skilfully here 🙂
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Thanks, Peter. A most welcome comment, and kindly received!
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Sensitively described – you don’t need loadsadosh to enjoy yourself. There’s a touch of the Crotchet and his family about this.
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Thanks, Derrick. God bless us, everyone!
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Lovely – I’ve not heard of a Penny Farthing or a Tom Thumb in regard to fireworks – we used to light bangers.
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I think these days there’s possibly dozens of names. The most common one in my youth was the Jumping Jack. I think it’s banned now – it would go in a series of bangs and jump around amongst the gathered mob.
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Yes I remember the Jumping Jack, Sparkler, Catherine Wheel, and all different sorts of Rockets. I remember when Margaret Thatcher abolished the GLC in the 80s, a neighbour bought off some of their fireworks cheap after their displays were cancelled. They were lit in a small garden and were so enormous that all the spectators had to run inside and just watch them from the window.
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Hee hee! Hence the saying – Things went with a bang!
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An especially nice reading….loved the POP sound effect at the end. It reminded me of an American TV show you probably don’t know, The Lawrence Welk Show, in which the famous orchestra leader of the Champagne Music Makers used to stick his finger in his cheek and make a POP sound, similar to the opening of a champagne bottle.
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Indeed – I know how to make such a popping sound with the finger in the cheek – although this particular POP I can make with my gorgeous lips without the finger! It’s a particular gift I have, but then, I can’t roll my tongue or whistle well!
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Pop goes the weasel! Diwali ( the Indian equivalent of Christmas) is but a week ago and there will be fireworks on every driveway, in every street…….
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They’re trying to get fireworks banned here in New Zealand!
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I meant to say a week from today, oops! And NZ is doing the right thing, fireworks should be banned, not only do they cause pollution and accidents but some families spend the money they don’t have
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A lovely tale of the ‘haves’ and ‘have nots’ of this world, and what is really important. Most enjoyable (and pointed), Bruce.
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Thanks, Chris! It’s nice to POP in a point occasionally!
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Charming story! Sometimes it’s those moments of togetherness that children will carry with them through life! My parents were more like the Livingston-Millers.
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Thanks, Jan. Ah – but you have a touch of class!
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I love fireworks. We used to run around with sparklers. Such fun. Glad the family had some good fun with the tiny firework.
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Sparklers were magic! You could write your name in the air!
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I always made little colored designs. Loved them. We always ran with them, spiraling our arms. Probably our parents would be arrested today for child endangerment.
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They still are magic….I’ve often lit one on a birthday cake before presenting it to the guest of honor…
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We would light a special one for you, Cynthia, if you came to our Thanksgiving meal!
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❤
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Now that would be fantastic! I’ve never seen that in real life. I bet your guests have been thrilled.
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Indeed…it’s very festive, does no harm at all to the cake or any surroundings, and lasts nicely long enough for a hilariously ceremonial rendition of the “happy birthday to you” song!
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I’m going to try it if I can find a pack of sparklers anywhere!
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They would indeed! And for smacking!
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I love a well told story with a moral that isn’t too belaboured. Very nicely done!!
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Thank you. And it’s shorter than “Moby Dick”!
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This is of course an added bonus!!
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When I was dis-invited to a fireworks display by a well-to-do neighbor when I was a small child, my grandmother and I sat on the ground and watched them from a distance and lit sparklers.
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And, see! you have remembered!
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A sparkling tale, Bruce! And dazzling read…even included a word (book/look) that threatened to fizzle out, but ultimately “popped”. Loved it!
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Thanks. Yes, that was a bit of an obvious cover-up. But I wasn’t going to start reading it again!
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Loved this! :)) It reminded me of John Williamson and I had to go and play his song 🙂
We used to have cracker night when I was little, but it has since disappeared.
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Thanks for the link, Bianca. I laughed and laughed! A spot-on Aussie song! It captures the night – which is about to start here – so I’ve got to get the cat and dog inside!
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Further to this – I just got a new weaner heifer today – first night off mother – and her paddock is right next to a Chinese family who apparently go berserk at Guy Fawkes. Oh bugger…
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It goes to show, doesn’t it? Nothing brings a family together like a good, honest, multi-partite row!
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LOL! It sounds like my upbringing!
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Half a pound of tupenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! ……….
You finished it didn’t you…
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Something like – POP goes the SA Springbok???
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Ah, for the simple things in life …
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Thanks! Indeed!
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This is just lovely. Gives you a warm feeling inside.
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Thanks! Warm fuzzies all around!
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And I am going to remember a penny-farthing now on.
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Please do!
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