Happy Guy Fawkes Day! Hannah and I met up with Lora the second time (a Phi Mu that lives in London and is married to a British bloke) to partake on a British tradition of celebrating Guy Fawkes Day. We met Dana, a Phi Mu from Lora's chapter, and made the trek up to North London to a huge park to watch the fireworks. It was super cold as you can tell :)
Funny story, I randomly found Lora through myspace...true story! There was a Phi Mu group page on myspace and I posted a question wondering if anyone knew of any Phi Mus in London because I was going to be living there. Another random Phi Mu posted that she knew her sister Lora was living over there...and history was made :) Lora was our psuedo mom while we were living there. Even though she was our age she seemed to have her act together a lot more than us! Her and her husband had a cute little flat in Finsbury Park and she would cook us yummy American food when we got home sick. Thank you Lora, we will forever be in your debt!
Anyways, a little history on Guy Fawkes Night:
This is an annual celebration held on the evening of 5 November to mark the failure of the Gunpowder Plot of 5 November 1605, in which a number of Catholic conspirators, including Guy Fawkes, attempted to destroy the House of Parliament in London. The occasion is primarily celebrated in Great Britain where, by an Act of Parliament called The Thanksgiving Act, it was compulsory until 1859, to celebrate the deliverance of the King of England, Scotland, and Ireland. It is also celebrated in some former British colonies including New Zealand, Newfoundland, South Africa, parts of the Caribbean and the British Overseas Territory of Bermuda. Bonfire Night was celebrated in Australia until the mid-to-late 1970s, when sale and public use of fireworks was made illegal and the celebration was effectively abolished. Festivities are centred on the use of fireworks and the lighting of bonfires.
Remember, remember the Fifth of NovemberThe Gunpowder Treason and PlotI know of no reasonWhy the Gunpowder TreasonShould ever be forgot