Throwback Thursday – #44 – Fireworks Celebrations

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This week Lauren has asked us about our memories and feelings about our childhood experiences with fireworks.

1) What are your earliest memories of watching fireworks?

I think I was probably three and I can remember being carried around by my eldest sister. I was wrapped in a blanket, I remember the light and heat from the huge bonfire. The noise and the pretty lights. I remember feeling warm and safe and tomato soup hot and warming.

2) Were you more afraid or excited at the time?

I was excited but mainly I was tired but I remember good feelings.

3) What occasions were celebrated with watching fireworks?

When I was a child it was only Guy Fawkes night Nov 5th ….one of my bothers got married on that date I guess it was a good way of never forgetting his Anniversary!

4) Did you travel to fireworks shows, or did your family have their own, safe and sane explosives?

I don’t remember the family ever traveling to a display. We had a small back garden but our nextdoor neighbours had a huge garden that ran down to the Cemetery…it was huge. Most years we had a party there with a big bonfire that neighbours and friends would spend a couple of days building. There were always lots of people there . Everyone brought fireworks but it was the duty of about four of the men to be in sole charge of the display.
There were always jacket potatoes and tomato soup and usually a pudding too.

5) Did you ever light off illegal fireworks?

I don’t remember ever doing so but I was a scary cat! I remember my brothers would throw “jumping jacks ” around and ‘bangers’ too and that used scare me . I know of several people who were maimed or blinded my rogue fireworks or misshandled usage.

6) Did you typically have a family celebration before the nighttime display? What did it include?

We always had a gathering before we all went next door and often afterwards too. Usually some food, alcohol and drinks for the adults. It was always impromptu and when I was old enough to join in fun!

7) As you grew older, did your feelings about fireworks change?

No, not at all they are fine at a distance and properly organised. I am not keen on big displays …I don’t like, crowds or noise . As our boys got old enough to enjoy fireworks we always, if hubby was around or on my own if he was working, went to the Guy Fawkes night parade from our town centre up to the big field where a bonfire was lit by the Mayor. There was always a fun fair and food and drink stalls. The boys loved it. I was always exhausted when we got back because I had had to pretend it had been fun!

8) Now the thinker: Many places are restricting fireworks now because of the trauma it can cause to pets, young children, and sensitive adults. How do you feel about restricting fireworks?

I totally agree, they should not be on general sale. If you want fireworks you should go to a properly organised display. All too often these days people let fireworks off for birthdays, weddings, parties, New Year’s any old excuse.
Unfortunately these days fireworks sound like guns and bombs and are very unsettling for pets, nervous people and children alike. There is a new reason too we have many Ukrainian refugees staying in the UK there some staying near to us , I doubt they want to hear them a odd times..

This is part of Lauren and Maggie’s brainchild, Throwback Thursday.

Release News about Ritu Bhathal’s Marriage Unarranged.

The new rerelease of Marriage Unarranged, rerelease on 6/6/22.

It will now officially be part of a series, The Rishtay Series with book two coming out in June 2023! Rishtay means relationships, which covers both romantic and familial relationships that are at the heart of this whole series.

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The blurb

It all s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶e̶d̶ ended with that box…

The year 2000 and Aashi’s life was all set.
New Millennium ,exciting beginnings, new life.
Or so she thought.

Like in the Bollywood films, Ravi would woo her, charm her family and they’d get married and live happily ever after.

But then Aashi found the empty condom box…

Putting her ex-fiancé and her innocence behind her, Aashi embarks upon an enlightening journey, to another country, where vibrant memories are created, and unforgettable friendships forged.

Old images erased, new beginnings to explore.

And how can she forget the handsome stranger she meets?
A stranger who’s hiding something…

Coming Summer 2023 , book 2 in The Rishtay Series

About the author

Ritu Bhathal was born in Birmingham in the mid-1970s to migrant parents, hailing from Kenya but with Indian origin. This colourful background has been a constant source of inspiration to her.

From childhood, she always enjoyed reading. This love of books is credited to her mother. The joy of reading spurred her on to become creative in her writing, from fiction to poetry. Winning little writing competitions at school and locally encouraged her to continue writing.

As a wife, mother, daughter, sister, and teacher, she has drawn on inspiration from many avenues to create the poems that she writes.

A qualified teacher, having studied at Kingston University, she now deals with classes of children as a side line to her writing!

Ritu also writes a blog, www.butismileanyway.com, a mixture of life and creativity, thoughts and opinions, which was awarded first place in the Best Overall Blog Category at the 2017 Annual Bloggers Bash Awards, and Best Book Blog in 2019.

Ritu is happily married and living in Kent, with her Hubby Dearest, and two children, not forgetting the fur baby Sonu Singh.

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Not only is Ritu a famous author she is a lovely friend of mine 💜.

© willowdot21: Here we are with another famous author Marjorie Mallon.

One Liner Wednesday. Family!

Middle son on phone: “Hi Mum I have Covid yet again for the third time’

Me: Shopping list please!

part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.Family.

Things have not gone as they should of on Morgarna’s latest jump and she has landed in an alternative reality.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows two large swans and 3 smaller swans all swimming together.

Family – Image by KL Caley

Splash! to Morgarna’s dismay she had landed in a lake? No, not again she thought that bloody Merlin is taking the piss! ….. “Hang on!” , she said out loud “I am on my way back not out, not another off the scale jump I am not in the mood” she said through gritted teeth as she waded out of the lake, soaking wet and hopping mad!


A few minutes later she was sitting on the bank drying her feet in the sun , her dress was hanging on a bush. Her temper was short so she dried her cloak and bra and pants by magic..”sod Merlin’s rules he is not here” she announced to a near by family of Swans. Rummaging in her bag she found her cigarettes and lighter and a bottle of Percival’s best Brandy that she had helped herself to whilst in the Library! “Thank goodness this bag is totally waterproof!” She again announced to nobody in particular, she lit her cigarette and had a couple of healthy swigs of Brandy. When she was interrupted by a voice, “Those things will kill you, and that brandy will not solve anything either” it was the male swan, and he was looking straight at her with a stern expression on his face.
Morgarna looked around then back to the swan.”Er, was that you” she asked a tad taken back.
“Indeed it was madam” replied the swan, bending his neck to get better look at her.
“Okay, my name is Morgarna and where I come from most animals don’t talk ….. Even to me” with that she took another slug of brandy.
The swan moved out of the cloud of Morgarna’s smoke and introduced himself.
“Well Morgarna my name is Geoff and where we live, here, humans don’t talk ! “
“Shut up” said Morgarna, “humans don’t talk?…. Well I do”
Geoff suddenly hissed, “That’s no way to speak to me young woman infact I can’t imagine how you are talking at all! “
“Well Geoff all I can say is I am immortal and I am several hundred years old ….so less of the young, Mr Swan !”
Just then there was an horrendous clamouring of voices as a gaggle of Canadian geese arrived! They were all talking at once and it was ear splitting.
Geoff leaned in to Morgarna and whispered in her ear, “I’d keep stum if I were you this lot can be real trouble.”


“Hey Geoff ” it was his wife , the two children and the dog arriving! “What are you doing with that human, for goodness sake I hope you are not feeding it! “
Morgarna opened her mouth but Geoff flashed her a sharp look and she shut it!
“No dear, but I don’t think it is very well it seems very confused. ” “Yes it’s eyes are a little wild and its mouth seems stuck open…. Is it drunk? “
Then Geoff’s wife spotted her friends Jemima and Darlene arriving with the other geese.
Dog was now out of the water and sniffing round Morgarna and pecking at her arms and legs. It was all getting a bit too much for Morgana and eventually Morgarna exploded.
“Geoff get your bloody dog off me! “

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There was silence , absolute silence. The geese, the swans and a passing family of Mallards that were swimming by all stopped and looked at her.
Then as one they all spoke. “It spoke, the human spoke!! ” All the beady eyed birds turned and stared at Morgarna. Geoff was looking at Morgarna pleading with her not to say a word.
The Geese were all staring, prodding and poking at Morgarna and making cutsy noises at her, “come one little one say something” “Ah coochy coochy coo” “who is a sweetheart”.
Fit to burst Morgarna gritted her teeth!
Just as she got to the point where her brain was full of expletives she spotted the anomally above a weeping willow opposite.
“Gathering all her stuff up she jumped …all the birds screamed and a few groups of timid humans on the opposite bank watched opened mouthed as Morgarna disappeared into the Anomaly her words trailing behind her… ” Get the F##k out of my face”. She was gone leaving a stunned audience!

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #writephoto.

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Open

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna has a lot to sort out in this episode let’s hope she does it to everyone’s satisfaction.

Open

Once inside Morgarna switched on her torch looking around she saw no outward signs of a hidden door in the wall or floor so she moved methodically along the walls tapping them finally she heard the hollow sound she was searching. Shining her torch on the panel she fiddled with it until finally she got it to open. Stepping through the door she could feel the cold draft, thankful that her torch was the windup type, that could be used in any timeline or situation, and did not depend on batteries or flame. She shut the panel behind her and followed the tunnel up hill surrounded by dark and silence.


It took Morgarna a good twenty minutes to make the uphill journey to the house and it was with quite some relief that she arrived at the end of the tunnel and the door that led to the library. Listening carefully Morgarna could hear heated voices on the other side of the door. Listening intently she could hear two male voices, one was Percival Devereau and the other was a solicitor. They were having a heated argument , the solicitor was not happy at Percival wanted the wills rewritten in his favour, disinheriting Tarquin Devereau and his family completely.
“Look Johnson, I employ you , I pay your fees. If I say write my nephew Tarquin out of the will that is what I you to do!” Percival’s voice had risen and as he finished he slammed something breakable down on a table or desk and Morgarna heard it smash!
” I won’t do this, I would rather be ruined and go to the poor house than do this heinous thing for you Sir” the solicitor replied.
He must have left the room as there was the loud slam of the Library door.
Then the sound of Percival chair scraping as he got up to follow, ” God Damn it man do not walk out on me” There was another slam then complete silence.


Morgarna held her breath and counted to ten then slowly she opened the door and went into the Library.
It was empty, a large but cosy room a huge fire burned in the grate, there was a smashed glass on the wooden floor and the remains of the whiskey ran across the floor.
Morgarna was cold, so she slipped into the fireside chair, poured herself a large brandy from the decanter and lit one of Percival Havana cigars!
After finishing her Brandy Morgarna looked in her bag and found her notes again.
Page 5 : The Last Will and Testament of Cormoran Devereau will be found in the secret compartment of the Queen Anne writting table in the Library. The said Will is in an envelope, sealed with a dated wax seal and signed and witnessed.


Squinting slightly, either from concentration , smoke from the cigar clamped between her teeth or the three Brandys she’d helped herself to, possibly all three or then again she may of just needed the loo! Morgarna fiddle with the lock with her nail file. Finally the lock clicked and Morgarna ran her fingers along beneath the drawers until she found the button that opened the secret compartment.
Reaching inside she took out the sealled envelope, dropped it into her bag then she closed up the writing desk.
Just as she was about to leave the Library the way she entered Percival entered dragging a frightened Johnson after him. The three of them all stared at each other.


Morgarna spoke first, cigar still firmly clenched in her teeth. “Percy, have I got news for you old man? Mr Johnson it’s very providential that you are here we need a solicitor. “
Sir Percival, bristling with indignation and shock, stammered , “Who, who arrr , are you Madam and what are you doing in my Library?”
Morgarna winked at Johnson and blew smoke in Percival’s face as she passed him, making him cough!
She poured herself the last of the Brandy and took a sip. Percival almost choked as he watched her.
“Glass of water Percy ?” she asked offering him a glass. “You can call me Ms LeFey and you Mr Johnson can call me Morgarna” she smiled at the solicitor who immediately relaxed and smiled back.


“So Miss LeFey what are you doing in my Library” demanded Percival trying to tower over her. It seemed the more he pulled himself up the more Morgana towered over him. Looking him in the eye she said, ” Firstly Percy it’s not Miss, it’s Ms, and I am here to scuppa your evil plans to steal your nephew’s home from him, he looked after your brother, his father. What have you done apart from squander the family fortunes?”

Percival visibly bristled at this and picking up some papers from the fireside table, turning he sneered at Morgarna. “I think you will find Mssss LeFey that this Will says that I am the sole heir to my brother’s fortune.” saying that he rang the Butlers bell and then he continued, ” my father always said I would get the fortune”
Just then the Butler entered the room, Percival spun round to face him ,”Ah! Bainbridge, could you call the Peelers , this woman here has broken in to my house and is threatening me! “
Morgarna smiled, keep your powder dry she thought to herself, smiling as she felt the envelope in her bag. She took another draw on her cigar and blew it into Percival’s eyes.


The Police arrived and despite Sir Percival’s protestations when Morgarna produced the sealed, signed and date Will and Mr Johnson had verified it. Percival Devereau was arrested and despite his protestations was taken away.


There was jubilation among the servants and the gardeners when the news got round that Percival had been arrested. Sir Percival was not a pleasant man to work for whereas Tarquin Devereau was renown as a fair employer who cared about the welfare of his staff.


Morgarna and Mr Johnson walked down to the den in the grounds to give the Devereau family the good news of Percival’s lawful removal. Morgarna stayed long enough to see the family safely reinstall in their rightful home and then she bade them all farewell and headed off to find the Anomaly, which to her mind was long overdue!
Walking along by the walled garden she again sensed she was being followed. “Is that you Wills Hun? ” she called over her shoulder?”
“Yes Morgarna it is” came the young man’s reply. “I wanted to thank you again for all your help “
Smiling Morgarna replied, ” Young man you are going to be very important one day just remember to be fair and kind to everyone!” Lighting a cigar she had helped herself to from Percival’s stock she winked at young William. Suddenly she lent forward and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Just then as they stood at the opening to a beautiful walled garden the Anomaly appeared. Running her hand across Wills
open lips she jumped for the anomaly saying as she went “remember what I said Wills” and she was gone.
Leaving Wills thinking he’d never ever forget Morgarna.

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writrphoto

A Love Song for what is dear to you and new prompt: A Very Random Challenge ~ Love Is In Da Blog 2022

Today Bee has asked to pick a love song for something we hold dear….this is a really hard one Bee!

Well there are lots of things I hold dear so I decided to go for the obvious and picked family including Ruby, immediate, exsteneded and blogging .

Love Is In Da Blog Logo 2022

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One Liner Wednesday: “Family thingy “

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S ONE-LINER WEDNESDAY.

Phone call from eldest son. ” Hi mum, is thingy, by thingy still shut? ”

Me, to hubby is the road near railway , where thingy lives still shut”

Hubby “yes”

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 6, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Here we are on Saturday and our host LindaGHill has set up our SoCs prompt : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “close eyes and point.” Grab the closest printed material to you when you sit down to write your post, open it up (if it’s a book, flyer, etc.), close your eyes, and point. Whatever your finger lands on, use that as your prompt. Have fun!

Thanks. The nearest printed matter was a card from our middle son. I followed the instructions to a T. What I ended up with was THANKS. Well what can I do with that I asked myself, well I can celebrate it. Funnily enough it’s cropped up a lot this week. Firstly the card.

From our middle son, thanking us for helping him achieve something he never thought he might.

Then there were the flowers from hubby as a thanks for looking after him while he has been unwell.

Then there was the phone call from eldest son who said Thanks so much for being an ear and shoulder while he got through isolation and Covid the other week, miles away and on his own.

Just when I thought I was thank you’d out I got this what’s app from youngest son.

[05/11, 07:48] Hi Mum, I was thinking you of you this week. Especially when I was ironing the boys school shirts
Thanks for doing mine for all those years 😊

Well I thanked them all and I have to admit they all made me feel a million pounds, so I made sure I thanked them back .

Such a tiny word
Yet it means so very much
It lifts the spirits.

THIS IS PART OF LINDAGHILL’S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS.

#TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 243, #SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY

Are you ready to choose some syllables to use in your syllabic poetry this week? Ruth, from RuthKlein’s Scribbles, selected your two words:

I chose to write an ETHEREE this week, my synonyms for Family are Clans and relations, and for peace, Tranquility and war free.

Family & Peace.(Synonyms)

We
Bluster
And bemoan
The shortcomings
Of extended clans
While calming the waters
Others raise fires with their fans.
Will things come to a bloody pass?
Or tranquility encompass us?
And so relations we will be, war free.

image from pixabay.

THIS IS PART OF COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Ode to 50years marriage.

Badge by Shelley Krupa.

Time for LindaGHill SoCs “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ode.” Find a one- or two-syllable word that rhymes with “ode,” or use the word “ode.” Have fun!”

It’s Saturday and hubby and I are celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary today.

Ode to an Anniversary.

Who’d of thought  back on the day
In 1971, so far away
We’d travel lifes tides and make it to this day.
Our children and our grandchildren too
Family , friends yes all of you
Could join us here in celebration
When we can revow our declaration.
Nothing has changed, nothing is new
You love me and I love you. 💜

Our fabulous boys have arranged a lovely celebration meal, with family and friends. Thank you boys, thank you family thank you friends , Thank You Hubby. 💜

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