LOST IN SMOG
Re Toxic Smog Blankets London (Moment in Time, Dec. 5, 1952): Your photograph cannot convey the true thickness of the smog that gripped London. My aunt reported it was so thick, she could not see her feet. She found her way home by walking with one foot on the sidewalk, one in the street, counting the intersections. She then counted gaps in the front yard railings once she reached the correct block.
My father went to London that week to visit the Smithfield Livestock Show. He rapidly returned: Humans and animals were dying.
I experienced some smog in 1958. I could only see half way across roads, and the sound of traffic was deadened. Smog getting inside the buildings was the worst – I couldn’t see the end of the corridor in my hall of residence. My aunt, however, was scornful of my complaints. “That’s nothing,” she told me, compared to what it was in 1952.
I now laugh at reports of fog here in Toronto.
Anna Leggatt Toronto