Guy Fawkes Day 1912

Guy Fawkes Day is among New Zealand’s most bizarre commemorations.  For my international readers, here it is the only time of year when anyone of a “responsible” age can buy and let off fireworks.  The reason for such merriment – to commemorate this foiled plot to blow up the House of Lords.  In England.  Four centuries ago.

While the original reason behind the commemoration might not be relevant to twenty-first century New Zealanders it is undeniable that Guy Fawkes Night has managed to persist and in its own way has become part of our culture.  The sounds of fireworks in early November conjures up nostalgic memories for many.  We fondly remember bonfires (now need a permit), sky-rockets (now banned), Tom Thumb crackers (also banned), roman candles (which you aren’t supposed to hold) and writing your name in the air with sparklers (still allowed, but be careful).  It isn’t the meaning of the holiday that persists, but the excitement of having the opportunity to make things go bang.

Out of curiosity I thought I might rewind the clock and see what a Kiwi Guy Fawkes commemoration might have been like 100 years ago.  Thanks to Papers Past I found the following extract from the Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 110, 5 November 1912.

From the feeble efforts shown by some Wellington children to-day the art of “Guy construction” is in a very low state.  A bundle of clothes, a hat, and a penny mask did the trick. While there was no ingenuity shown in the average effigy, there was plenty of assurance on the part of the boys (and girls) in collecting money for fireworks. The weary citizen in his beauty-sleep who was awakened by shouts of Guy Fawkes, Guy!” at from 4.30 to 5 in the morning was probably in no mood to fling largesse among his disturbers- The children were persistent, however, going from house to house in their own localities. Public enthusiasm in the Fifth of November does not extend much beyond the purchase of a few fireworks (mostly Chinese) for the children. No doubt the excuse to have bonfires tonight will be taken advantage of, especially on the Town Belt, but the Fifth of November as such is a day that has long since lost its significance.

As described by the above writer, a key part of any Guy Fawkes celebration in 1912 was the construction of an effigy to be burned on the bonfire.  This task was usually performed by children who would then cart their “Guy” around their neighborhood and ask for donations for fireworks.  “Can I have a Penny for the Guy”.

Children with rival guys, Guy Fawkes day at Ohingaiti. Child, Edward George, 1860-1949 : Photographs of the Ohingaiti district. Ref: 1/2-038752-G. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand

This fantastic photograph of Kiwi children with their “Guys” was taken about 110 years ago and would be fairly representative of scenes up and down the country every 5th November. Continue reading

The 1912 Olympics

Apologies for the delay since my last post, in part due to my attempting to juggle my day job with screenings at the International Film Festival and of course soak in as much of the Olympic atmosphere as is possible when in the completely opposite time zone.  But I am back and have an Olympic themed history treat for you.

Out of sheer curiosity I decided to take a look back at the 1912 Stockholm Olympics to see how much has changed in the last century of competition.  There were so many ridiculous, abstract and bizarre footnotes that I couldn’t help but share some.

1500m Final at the 1912 Olympics in Stockholm

Here are History Geek’s top reasons why the 1912 Olympics were awesome… Continue reading

1912 Ball Invitation

Wednesday July 24th 1912 was a fairly unremarkable day.  No liners collided with icebergs, no Archdukes were assassinated and no Kings were crowned.  But today does mark a special centenary that I thought I’d share with you.

It was one hundred years ago today that the Lyttelton Railway workers enjoyed their annual ball.  I know this because I have a double ticket.

Lemuel Lyes Collection

It is hard to believe that I’ve managed two and a half months of blogging about history and haven’t yet introduced one of my smaller but favourite ephemera obsessions.  I’ve been collecting ball tickets and dance cards for at least a decade and the pickings can be very slim.  It has taken that long to amass enough to warrant keeping them in their own album and that is one of the reasons they are among my most prized collections.

Is it appropriate for a Kiwi male to collect dance cards and ball invitations?  Probably not but that hasn’t stopped me yet.  They offer a rare personal glimpse into the social life of yesteryear and one thing I love about them is that in most instances it seems probable that any existing cards will be the only example of that one left in existence.  That is except for the Lyttelton Railway Annual Ball of 1912, I know this because I have two of them.

So what details of the event can we find out from the ticket? Continue reading