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Fireworks
Ah, the nostalgia of fireworks. Fond memories of hot summer evenings
come rushing back whenever I hear their joyous "Kaboom!'...
I remember the days when a quick trip down to the local corner store
with a pocketful of change would net me some double bungers, a few
mini skyrockets, and a couple of packets of tom thumbs. If I'd done
some extra odd jobs around the house, I may have even had the extra
cash for a few exotic luxuries like an aurora fountain, a diamond
torch or even a colored aviation lamp. Although we'd usually let
a few of the noisy guys off in the late afternoon (you know, the
thunder bunger under the soup can, to see if it would make it to
the moon), the most spectacular events were saved for nightfall.
Psychedelic pinwheels nailed to an old fence post, spitting sparks
like some deranged dragon; squat little flowerpots, tilled gently
into the soil of the backyard vegetable garden, blossoming suddenly
in a violent spray of endless colors; top heavy skyrockets, launched
from cylindrical glass gantries (known as milk bottles to us earthlings),
paper astronauts on a one way fiery ride.
Those
mini packs of child sized fireworks were
just as much fun to me as any toy could be. An enormous amount of
play value could be got from them, and certainly the fond memories
of their incandescent power create a yearning nostalgia for those
innocent childhood days now lost, a warm glow which bares an uncanny
resemblance to that feeling of recollection of a favorite childhood
toy.
Ironically, these fondly
regarded explosive playthings were often the undoing of many once
coveted treasures from their owner's toybox: "I wonder how
tough 'Big Jim' really is?" POW! "Goodbye, Bond. Let's
see if your Aston Martin can survive this!" BANG! "That's
correct, Professor. The only way to destroy a Werewolf is with a
Silver Bunger!" KABOOM! And that was the end of my Aurora model
kit of Lon Chaney Jr. as the Wolfman. Some masking tape, one match
and five seconds later... instant plastic dismemberment. Military
model kits were probably highest on the hit list of likely targets
for crackernight combustion. Tanks, bombers, fighter planes from
both World Wars: axis and allies alike were all under threat from
this unseen new enemy... the smiling kid with the firecracker. And
what a strange conundrum this scenario is, when you stop and think
about it... hours and hours of meticulous tongue-poking, eye-squinting
concentration spent with airplane glue and hobby paint, bringing
a semblance of life to a jumble of plastic, only to end it all in
a fiery microsecond of miniature thunder. A secret society of adolescent
Doctor Frankensteins, heck-bent on destroying their own creations
(I'm sure there's a Ph.D. in this for some budding sociology student).
Despite
their ephemeral nature, it is still possible to come across some
classic vintage fireworks, but more likely dead than alive. Bungers,
tom thumbs, and other explosive types are sadly gone forever once
used, but other more graceful members of the Guy Fawkes family often
left collectable remains behind. Some of the fireworks based on
spewing forth colorful lights did not explode after their show and
left a hollow cardboard tube behind. These were often decorated
with brightly lithographed paper labels, designed to make them stand
out at the point of sale, long before detonation. Often, these jazzy
wrappings were left almost fully intact. The same could be said
for most skyrockets, but being able to track their empty shells
is another game altogether.
Promotional material associated
with the sale of fireworks was often more dazzling and powerful
than the real thing. Window displays were outrageously colorful,
with overly bright posters designed to lure unsuspecting children.
Some of the most dramatic and striking poster art can be found in
material from "way back when" in the 1930's, as can be
seen in the illustrations of Phoenix and Pain's brand fireworks
posters. Amusingly, their national origins are given away by their
varied art styles. Phoenix brand posters couldn't hide their Australian
exuberance if they wrapped themselves in brown paper, whereas Pain's,
despite their fantastic graphics, have an underlying British element
of gentility.
Fun though it was for me,
fireworks night is no more. For better or worse, I grew up. So goodbye
Roman candles... goodbye skyrockets... goodbye "May Be Held
In Gloved Hand". The night may be gone, but the fond and fiery
memories remain (you know, the stump still tingles in the winter...).
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