tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post6804648813363296604..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Guy Fawkes Night in Calliope 4Denis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-76332953372656277302012-11-14T11:17:26.135+11:002012-11-14T11:17:26.135+11:00Ah - the Wyndhams! I was trying to recall the surn...Ah - the Wyndhams! I was trying to recall the surname. Margaret and Robert – and maybe a younger sister [Jenny? I may have invented her]. I wouldn't have recalled the Jefferis [Michael, Maryanne, Paul, Peter?] till you mentioned them, or the Reynolds's up on the hill. Their names were on my lips a minute ago and now they've gone. There was a fair tribe of them as I recall. Was the Shultz family about a km closer to Gladstone in the fibro house on the left? Was Rosie one of them? Mickey and Penny? I think I'm getting to families mixed up here....<br /><br />I'm prattling. Sorry.Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-40063265908233084632012-11-08T22:18:34.375+11:002012-11-08T22:18:34.375+11:00Sometimes the Shultz family. The Punters, Reynolds...Sometimes the Shultz family. The Punters, Reynolds, Wyndhams and Jefferis must have done their own thing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-15043019963846231952012-11-08T13:22:30.132+11:002012-11-08T13:22:30.132+11:00Hi Janice. I don't know the Thiele book and wo...Hi Janice. I don't know the Thiele book and would happily read it if time allowed. Oddly enough, a friend here in Armidale had that very experience of a possum [it came down the chimney] loose in the house for an entire weekend when they went away, and coming back to a house in an indescribable state of carnage and offence to all the senses.<br /><br />The possum, it must be said, was also deeply offended, and had no hesitation in showing it.<br /><br />YES – first thing next morning, scouring for all unexploded munitions! Some retained a wick so could be as good as new ones when the dew was allowed to dry off them. Others you would bend till they were partially broken, like a V, and light the spilling gunpowder. The 'fizzers', while unable to explode, made a very satisfactory two-way shower of sparks – even the Tom Thumbs.<br /><br />Bungers were even better. Luckily we didn't have the pyrotechnical expertise to make bombs or some potent incendiary device with them or the gunpowder inside. We would have, you can bet on that.<br /><br />Did you share Cracker Night with the Punters, or go it alone?Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-46497841804053680662012-11-05T22:23:03.440+11:002012-11-05T22:23:03.440+11:00Denis, this account reminded me for some inexplica...Denis, this account reminded me for some inexplicable reason of the scene from Colin Thiele's The Sun on the Stubble when there' s a possum loose in the house. Must be because you have captured the sudden chaos so well - Armageddon comes to Calliope! One of the best things I always enjoyed about cracker night at Beecher was the next morning - up early exploring for any bungers that hadn't gone off, and finding where the rockets and Catherine Wheels had landed. Plus the smell of faded gunpowder, treason and plot on the early morning air. JaniceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com