Showing posts with label Guy Fawkes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guy Fawkes. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 November 2025

November the 5th 1605


November the 5th in this part of the world usually means World War Three breaks out overhead.  For several days now some have been practising their part in this conflagration.  Nightly, explosions not required for sleep purposes have been heard all around.  Some from the better houses appear keen to do this annually, indeed, they even do this for less important events such as birthdays, holidays and upsetting the neighbours day also.  Tonight I expect an onslaught from several directions as various organised parties attempt to break the sound barrier.  There is hope that being midweek this would lessen, however, those inserting cheap but overpriced rockets into empty milk bottles before standing well back will pretend this is the weekend and let go on all sides.
Maybe it's time to ban fireworks from general sale.


The reason for the needless mayhem, harmful to dogs and cats everywhere, is a commemoration of the action of one Guido Fawkes, on the night of November the 5th 1605.  
Guido was born Guy Fawkes in York in 1570, a time of change in England.  Since Henry VIII had fallen out with Rome England had become protestant, some thing which upset the pope and English Catholics greatly.  Elizabeth I had allowed protestant superiority to some extent, though she herself liked the fancy Catholic services and music.  Under King James VI & I Catholics priests were forced out of the country and attendance at Church became mandatory.  Failing to attend could therefore be seen as treasonable.
With this as a background Guys protestant father died when he was 8 years old and his mother married again to a recusant catholic.  Recusants, as you know, were Catholics who refused to attend the Church of England services.  Guy converted to Catholic himself and went to Europe to fight for Spain against the reformation in the Low Countries.  Clearly an able soldier and once James was established on the throne Guy attempted to disestablish him.   Travelling to Spain, who had been at war with England, note Scotland took no part in this foreign war, Scotland was going through a popular reformation at the time, Guy failed to get support from Spain who signed a peace treaty with James.
This upset the Catholic hierarchy.
So, Guy, now called Guido, an Italicised version of his name he took as he considered it gave him a touch of class, met one Robert Catesby, and he had already partook of a failed plot in 1601.  At the 'Dog and Duck' near the Strand in London, a plotters gathering took place.  Catesby, Fawkes, Thomas Winter, John Wright and Thomas Percy gathered to prepare a coup.  Most were members of the Catholic gentry, people of wealth and influence, now suffering some degree of injury due to their Catholic faith.  The majority of such did not participate in rebellion, possibly aware of the cost, and hoping some some toleration in due course.  Others quietly gave support.  
Altogether 13 men joined in a plan to remove King James the VI & I, the Queen, the protestant Lords, nobles and MPs gathered for the opening of Parliament in the House of Lords.  
Parliament was completely different in those days.  The buildings were an assortment of rooms, storehouse and taverns, and passages, making it easy to store barrels under the room used for by the Lords.  36 barrels of gunpowder, available after the end of the Spanish war, were stored by an unknown workman called John Johnson, a servant of Percy's.  He was of course Guido Fawkes.
One Lord Monteagle, a former Catholic, received a letter with a strong injunction to make excuses to avoid the opening as 'For God and man has concurred to punish the wickedness of this time...they shall receive a terrible blow this parliament yet they shall not see who hurts them.'  Monteagle, though sympathetic to Catholics, was no fool.  He took the letter to the Earl of Salisbury, James man.  
The King ordered a search made of the undercroft where indeed they came across Fawkes.  However, while noticing the firewood stored there they did not see the barrels under the wood.  The King ordered a new search the next night, the 5th, and a proper search discovered both the barrels and the fuses on Guido Fawkes.  
A warrant was issued for Percy's arrest, and torture eventually revealed the names of other plotters.  Percy and Catesby made for the Midlands where they hoped to rouse a rebellion.  This failed and they made a last stand at Holbeach House, where both were wounded, dying later from their injuries.  The others were soon arrested and tried.


It is no surprise that all were found guilty and sentenced to be hung, drawn and quartered.    
Luckily, the neck broke on the weakened body of Fawkes so he missed the delight of enduring the rest of this very English punishment.  He was nevertheless dismembered and spread about the kingdom.
Celebrations began in London after the event, and during January 1606 a Law was passed for church services to offer public thanks for the 5th of November, attendance was mandatory. 
Interestingly, Fawkes was not mentioned much in early sermons or literature.  This was always an attack on the pope and popery.  It appears that Fawkes became popular during the 1800s when some may have seen him as a kind of folk hero.  Today, most see him as just a guy, burnt on a local bonfire, where potatoes are roasted, fireworks entertain the children, dogs and cats terrified, and houses are burnt down by careless people.  No one cares about popery, most do not know the real story, or it is a vague tale in the back of the mind.  And there is not one person the land who ever desires to blow up parliament today, no, not one...


Thursday, 5 November 2015

Easy Reading


Sitting at the desk during quiet times yesterday I took to reading the 'Kellys Directory' of 1926.  These were large nationwide directories that appear to contain everyone and everything about a town anywhere in the nation.  These are great helps when looking into the past as they list all the office bearers of all organisations, the local dignitaries and most ofnthe population.  A brief description of the town is given, the main buildings, churches, places of interest, then the office bearers, private citizens and tradesmen.  An wider number of people are listed at the rear of the book, the 'plebs' I suppose.  
Havinggone through the war memorial searching for people I love this book as it lists the relatives of many and other names that crop up in day to day queries at the museum.  Some folks relax with drinking, some jogging, others take long walks or spend their money is shops, I find myself reading an out of date directory.  What does this say about what my life has become?
Today was the third day in a row I have worked.  Not just that but they forced me to work at lifting things also!  I only went in to help with the tea and buscuits at the end (all of which this lot of visitors snaffled I must say!).  This was a local history group from some distance away who came for a lecture on 'Magna Carta'  and a guided tour of the museum.  As they were talked down to I was seen humping and carrying things my knees thought too heavy.  My back now agrees but the lady in charge merely muttered 'wimp' and 'shut up' quite a lot.  
Yesterday was lazier as I went in for the afternoon shift and little of note occurred.  That is why I dug out the directory.  Such a useful book if looking for people in the past but I fear their uses ended after the war.  Modern communication, telephone books for instance I suppose ended their purpose.
They tell us much about the importance of some citizens, and on occasion their self importance.  It reveals also how individual shps are replaced by supermarkets and other devices.  Trades once common disappear as do streets and all those mentioned.  Their descendents however can be seen in the streets if the eye is open.


As I write a battle is occurring outside.  Explosions rent the air, acreeching rockets climb into the sky spilling silver or coloured starlets around, larger ones explode like 'Jack Johnsons' from the Great War while nodoubt younger children enjoy the spectacle that takes place in the back garden while their dog and cat hide under the sofa.  I await the weekend with trepadation as that is when large organised events wil take place, oh goody.
But as someone observed today why is it now called 'Bonfire Night' instead of 'Guy Fawkes Night?'  That was how we knew it for so long, and we used a lot less fireworks in thsoe far off poorer days.  Have people forgotten the reason for this needless excitement?  This guy Guy tried to blow up the House of Commons when the Kingw as in attendance, an act of terrorism that would be condemned today by the majority.  Mind you when Prime Ministers Question Time is taking place maybe, just maybe....
Anyway we would not like such an event to actually occur so why commemorate this one?  So many years ago, so many folks who no nothing of the King or his ideas, the intentions of Fawkes and his mates, and probably would have opposed him if they knew him at the time.  Still, a few fireworks, a bonfire, and an accident or two are things most people would wish to experience once in their life.