This weekend the village of Haworth hosted its annual 1940s weekend. What can this be? I imagine you are asking yourselves. Just what is says on the tin. For Haworth is not content with giving the world the Bronte sisters (like the Beverley sisters except a bit more introspective and literary) and the novel Wuthering Heights. For two days every a year a barrier is slung across the main street declaring "Unexploded Bomb" and everyone harks back to the 1940s.
Personally, this nostalgia for the war years baffles me. There was rationing, powdered egg, spam, conscription, rickets, the Blitz, George Formby, genocide and death in all its various and surprising forms. But all that is forgotten in Haworth's 1940s weekend as everyone strolls around in this piece of "living history", enjoying the nostalgia for a time that never really existed.
I actually spotted four Nazis in full uniform strolling down the street. (I think they had to go about in a little gang in case people heckled them.) Now, I know the PC brigade must be pandered to, but what are we going to be presented with next year? Himmler? Goebbels? Some Jews writing postcards? Show me one person who sees a Nazi and feels nostalgic (Oswald Moseley's son and Nick Griffin don't count).
I don't understand. Is it just me? Did I miss a meeting?
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