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About four hundred years ago, in 1605, a man named Guy Fawkes tried to blow up a government building, "The Houses of Parliament".
He was hoping to kill King James I and all the king’s leaders.
Guy Fawkes was one of a group of men, who felt that the government was treating Roman Catholics unfairly.
On the 5th of November, the king and his leaders were about to meet.
So, Guy Fawkes men placed barrels of gunpowder in one of the cellars beneath the building where the king was having his meeting.
Guy Fawkes was to light the fuse that would set off the explosion. But the plot was discovered before he had a chance to do this.
The king was saved, and Guy Fawkes was hanged.
Ever since, Guy Fawkes Day has been a time for merrymaking.
It is a holiday that both children and adults can enjoy. And the fun really begins when darkness falls, then "the "Guy" is tossed onto the bonfire, and set alight.
Then the fireworks go off, and "the Guy" goes up in a flames.
As early as 1607 there are records of bonfire celebrations on the 5th of November.
James I had declared the day a public holiday in his joy at the overthrow of the Gunpowder Plot.
Children would often blacken their faces with the ashes on Bonfire night, in imitation of Guy fawkes who it was believed to have done this also, to try to camouflage himself.
It is not certain when "the guys" were first introduced, but it did happen during the reign of James I,
and after the reign of Charles II, children made "the guys" a few days in advance of the event,
and paraded the streets with it chanting, "a penny for the guy",
often it is pushed around in a old pram or leaning up against the wall, at street corners.
And this still happens today.
As well as burning "the guys" the bonfires were used to cook the potatoes, and this custom can be traced back many many years.
For weeks, large potatoes - 'roasters' as they were called in Derbyshire, were stored in readiness for 'Bunfireneet'.
Some potatoes weighed as much as half a pound and there was nothing nicer or so the locals thought, than eating a hot floury roaster with just a 'pinch o' sawt',
with the glow of the bonfire on your face and the merry jests and chants of the party around you.
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