LOST IN SMOG

The Globe and Mail (Ottawa/Quebec Edition) - - EDITORIAL -

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

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