As a youngster we all used to go around the doors in our neighborhood and collect old wood, rubbish for a very large bonfire then mum's & Dads supplied the food, it was a full street activity in the 1970's, it got all the neighbors together chatting and making friends. Fireworks were all collected from anyone whom? could afford them and we all watched in awe with a few OOO,W's.... sound from the lady's and mum's as the rockets lite up the sky.
Potatoes, were wrapped in tinfoil and placed in the hot ashes of the fire, when cooked a nob of butter, real butter, was added to the piping hot potato it tasted lush specially on a cold November night, crisps and Pop was on the menu along with party food, sausages on sticks, picked onions and seaside sandwiches, cake. I love it,,, My childhood memories...

It would seem this is not a family thing anymore and most go to an organized firework display not the same I find...

The things we did in the old days were amazing memories so pleased I was born in that era and time...
