The Rise and Fall of the Germany’s Infamous Berlin Wall

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THE RISE – 1961

The fortified Berlin Wall and No Man's Land
The fortified Berlin Wall and No Man’s Land in East Berlin

By 1961, the Cold War raged between the U.S. and USSR. The fortified ‘Iron Curtain‘ border wall had been raised; national borders dividing Western & Eastern Europe. ICBMs (intercontinental ballistic missiles) with nuclear warheads were pointed at Moscow and Washington alike. Berlin however, though divided as well, still allowed free movement of its citizens between the Communist East and Democratic West halves. The Berlin Wall would change all that.

It therefore provided an “escape route” via which suffering East Germans could defect to the booming West, in pursuit of freedom and a better way of life. Since the end of World War II, 2.5 million people had fled to the West, reducing East Germany’s population by more than 15%. The country was rapidly losing its most skilled workers and educated professionals. During the summer of 1961, the East German exodus reached record, critical levels. In July alone, some 30,000 people fled East Germany through West Berlin!

So on a fateful summer weekend, the Communist Party in Moscow’s Kremlin decided upon the unthinkable -plug the leak and completely seal off West Berlin from the surrounding East Germany. Just past midnight on Saturday 12 August, hundreds of trucks crowded with soldiers and construction workers rumbled through the dark streets of East Berlin . They worked quickly and quietly, stringing up a 100 mile long barbed wire fence completely surrounding West Berlin. While most Berliners were happily sleeping, the crews then began tearing up the streets that entered into the West.

Just before dawn, they cut the East Berlin telephone wires to the West.

When they woke Sunday morning, Berliners on both sides were stunned by the shocking sight in their city. No longer could East Berliners freely cross the border for plays or soccer matches. No longer could the 60,000 commuters head to work in West Berlin for better-paying jobs. No longer could families and friends cross the border to hug their relatives and loved ones. Whichever side of the border one went to sleep on August 12th, they were stuck on that side for the next 3 decades. East German armed patrols, under shoot to kill orders, made sure of that.  The few East Berliners that attempted to charge the fence were shot dead on the spot.  Sunday, August 13th, became forever known as Stacheldrahtsonntag Barbed Wire Sunday.

In just two weeks, the East German military and an army of construction workers replaced the simple wire fence with a 12 foot high concrete block wall topped with more barbed wire and guard towers. Roads, subways, canals and bridges were all cut off from West Berlin. That half of the city was basically a democratic island in Communist East Germany.  The Soviet Politburo dubbed it the “Anti-Fascist Protection Rampart” though it would be known as the Wall of Shame to the rest of the world.

Over the years, East Germany widened the zone on the East Berlin side. It became a heavily fortified, perpetually guarded, and booby-trapped barrier, dividing the city in two. Entire city blocks on the East side were demolished to create a carefully guarded NO MAN’S LAND in front of the wall. President John Kennedy denounced the Berlin border Wall and visited West Berlin in 1963 to give his famous “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech, standing before the wall and the Brandenburg Gate.  Over the next 28 years, hundreds of escape attempts, either over or under the wall, would be made by daring, desperate East Berliners.  A few succeeded, but most ended fatally.

THE FALL – 1989

Ironically, the fall of the Berlin Wall happened nearly as suddenly as its rise. There had been signs that the Communist bloc of nations was weakening, but the East German Communist Party insisted their country just needed modernization rather than any drastic revolution.  Communism began to give way to democracies in early 1989 in countries like Poland, Hungary, and Czechoslovakia.   This opened new border exodus points to East Germans who still wanted to finally flee to the West.  East Germany responded by closing the borders to those once Communist nations.  East German citizens did not agree and for the first time in decades began to mount demonstrations in Berlin’s plazas chanting:

Wir wollen Raus! Wir wollen Raus! (We want out!)

In October, the long-time East German president abruptly resigned.  The new leader, Egon Krenz,  appeared to be more in step with his neighbors and tolerant of round trip travel between countries.  Would the borders finally be re-opened? people wondered.  German citizens on both sides held their breath.  Then suddenly, on the evening of November 9th, 1989, around 7pm, a Politburo spokesman announced at a press conference broadcast on TV and radio:

Permanent relocations can be done through all border checkpoints between the GDR (East Germany) into the FRG (West Germany).”

Gunter Schabowski

When asked by reporters if this included Berlin, he shrugged and said, “Yes.”  The official blundered however when asked “WHEN?”  Since the order he was given failed to mention the timing, he hesitated for a second and said “Immediately.”  If fact, it was suppose to take effect late the next day, which would have allowed orders to reach the surprised border guards.

People on both sides of the wall heard the news on television and were in shock. Were the borders really open? Hundreds of East Germans left their homes and marched to the 6 checkpoint border crossings, demanding to be allowed to cross.  “Tor Auf! (Open the Gate)!” they shouted. No officer among the overwhelmed guards was willing to give a kill order to maintain order, so instead, … they allowed people to cross to the West with little to no identity check.

Very quickly, thousands inundated the Berlin Wall from both sides. West Berliners greeted East Berliners with flowers and champagne.  There were huge impromptu celebrations, with people hugging, kissing, cheering, dancing, and crying.   Many began climbing to the top of the wall, chipping away at it with hammers and chisels.  More than 2 million people from East Berlin visited West Berlin that unbelievable weekend.  One journalist called it, “The greatest street party in the history of the world!

Fall of the Berlin Wall, November 9, 1989
Fall of the Berlin Wall, November 9, 1989

Over the next few weeks, people slowly chipped away at the Berlin Wall and cut it into smaller slabs, and removed by bulldozers and cranes.  In the end it produced 1.7 million tons of rubble. Crowds around the world cheered every single moment of it.  Some of the larger pieces toured the world and have become museum pieces and collectibles. 

It would take 3 years to completely removed all of the hated border wall. German reunification was officially complete less than a year later in October 3rd, 1990 after 45 years of separation. Over the decades since, the property once covered with the Berlin Wall has been redeveloped. A simple row of bricks remains in the streets, marking its once foreboding presence.

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Podcast: An Immigrant’s Ellis Island Fate Depended on 29 Questions

For a vast number of Americans, their great-grandparents arrived in the U.S. as immigrants in the early 1900’s. There were no airports back then, just a cold, grey ocean to cross.  So all the Poles, Russians, Italians, Greeks, Turks, Swedes, and Germans arrived in New York by steamship.  Poorer immigrants in third class “steerage” were ferried by barge with their meager belongs to Ellis Island, sitting in the shadow of Lady Liberty.  There, with a ship’s manifest number pinned to their clothes, their fate would depend on their answers to 29 Questions.

Ellis Island Immigration Station, New York Harbor, circa 1900
Ellis Island Immigration Station, New York Harbor, circa 1900
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The Santiago Church Fire was the Deadliest in History

La Iglesia de la Compana de Jesus, Santiago, Chile, 1863
La Iglesia de la Compana de Jesus fire, Santiago, Chile, December, 1863

The deadliest fire disaster ever recorded is not where you might think. Not the Great London Fire, not the Great Chicago Fire, not New York City.  It occurred at The Church of the Company of Jesus in Santiago, Chile on December 8th, 1863.  The horrible Santiago Church Fire consumed the church during a Catholic Mass, killing over 2,500 people, mostly women and their families.

La Iglesia de la Compania de Jesús was a huge Jesuit cathedral that stood in downtown Santiago.  The terrible fire occurred during the Catholic Feast of the Immaculate Conception no less.  The congregation celebrated this popular Holy Day by decorating the church’s interior with hundreds of flowers, candles, oil lamps and ornate, cloth wall coverings.  A statue of the Virgin Mary was moved to the main altar, surrounded by a half-moon shaped candelabra.

It was Santiago’s custom to celebrate this Holy Day with great pomp and passion.

The congregation’s curate had begun a ladies religious society, known as Las Hijas de Maria (the Daughters of Mary) who organized the celebration. It always ended with a grand illumination of the Church’s interior for a mass on Tuesday evening, December 8th.

That fateful year, determined to outdo all prior celebrations, they adorned the interior with long garlands of flowers and an unprecedented number of candles and paraffin oil lamps. The ladies had spent the year weaving ornate cloth tapestries with images of the life of the Virgin Mother. The Archbishop expressed concern over the extravagance, but reluctantly gave his consent.

Towards dusk, a stream of mostly women, both old and young, garbed in their best dresses and gowns, poured into the church until every seat and aisle was packed.  The side doors were then closed, except for the main entrance, so the sound of the hymns and prayers could be heard in the courtyard outside. At a little before seven o’clock, the attendants began lighting up the church. It was truly an amazing site to see the cathedral’s dark interior aglow with thousands of flames and hundreds of intricate tapestries.

The Santiago Church Fire started in the middle of Mass, a few minutes before 7:00 pm.

One of many oil lamps on the main altar ignited one of the cloth wall hangings behind it.  An attendant jumped up and attempted to smother the flames with another wall cloth. He knocked over the lamp, spilling its flammable oil. This caused the fire to jump to the flanking wall hangings. From there, flames curled up the garlands of flowers to the church’s wooden roof. All this happened rapidly in a few shocking minutes.

The first few moments were filled with the shock and shrieks of the attendees at the destruction of their beloved altar. They quickly changed to thousands of screams as the flames shot up the walls to the wooden roof. It was clearly time to run for your life! The crowds rushed to the closed side doors only to find they swung inward and were impossible open with the crush of bodies pressing forward. They had been closed in order to create more space for extra worshippers to stand.  Loud screams of horror burst from the panicked masses.

The crowd of mostly women, rosary beads still clutched in their hands, rushed next for the main exit, a single set of doors.  Chilean women of 1863, like those in Europe, wore large hoop skirts. These dresses contributed to the crush of people in the aisles, and the tripping and trampling that ensued as the throng rushed to escape the fire behind them.   Soon the main doors too became blocked by a growing mass of bodies, trapping all the poor souls behind them.

The great wooden dome over the altar caught fire next.

Traveling along the dry ceiling, the flames ran like hissing serpents down the length of the church roof. The lamps suspended from the roof by ropes, snapped and dropped, exploding among the mass of women beneath. Burning embers and firebrands rained down on the compacted crowd. Clothing soon caught fire. Smoke quickly filled the cathedral, making it harder and harder to breathe.

Those out in the plaza stood paralyzed by the horrible sight. The lurid glow inside illuminated the thousands of struggling women, some with faces elevated in prayer, others with hands stretched out towards the door. The scorched and injured sank to the floor, while the stronger battled over them, climbing in desperation. Mothers clasping their little children close, shielding them from the flames, already blistering their own skin. Children clung back in fear.

Outside the church, men desperately tried to chop down the thick side doors. Rescuers at the main doors were seized by dozens of outstretched hands. Imagine seeing those fearful faces and hearing the screams of thousands behind them. They continued to drag out hundreds of the burnt living, until falling roof timbers halted any hope of saving more. The entire floor of the church was now a sea of fire. Thousands of women, from the white-haired to hairless infants, madres, abuelas, hermanas, and hijas began to die.

Gradually, the terrible screams from within grew fainter and fainter.

Soon an awful silence filled the plaza, with only the angry roar of the hellish furnace, that just minutes before been their beloved iglesia. The two bell towers followed the roof within the hour. The belfry fell to earth with an awful crash, burying the scorched bodies and ending their suffering. Many in the plaza knelt silently to pray.

The plaza was filled with the rescued, spread out on the ground. Hundreds of husbands and fathers rushed about, calling the names of loved ones. All the physicians of the city rushed to the plaza, ministering to the burned survivors. Hundreds were taken to Santiago hospitals. Many of those only lived a few hours however, due to their severe burns.

In hindsight, even the most common-sense precautions had not been taken. The absence of any fire brigade at that time contributed to the devastation. Santiago, a city of a hundred thousand, possessed only 3 three steamer engines, all out of order that night. Of the 3,000 persons within the church, only five hundred escaped, and most of them wounded or severely burned.

By midnight, 5 hours later, the flames finally began to subside.

At dawn, the church had been reduced to a smoldering heap of black rubble, surrounded by 4 stone walls. By the light of day, the spectacle was indescribably horrible. 2,500 corpses, in every stage of combustion, lay in agonizing mounds inside around the exit doors. The layers of the bodies were disfigured beyond recognition.

All the officiating priests escaped through the vestry door with the holy relics in hand. The vestry door was then closed to keep the fire from spreading to the rectory mansion next door. No doubt hundreds of victims could have found safety through that door. Vocal outrage fumed in the press and public at the near criminal indifference of the priests to the safety of their largely female congregation.

Around 2,500 perished in La Iglesia de la Compania de Jesús fire, about 2 to 3 percent of Santiago’s entire population of 100,000 at the time.  Entire families were killed.  Santiago was a city of mourning with the entire Chilean Republic joining in their grief. Clean up of all the victims took 10 gruesome days.  Most bodies were so badly burned they could not be identified. Those poor souls were buried in a mass grave at the Cemetario General de Santiago.

Virgin Mary statue at the site of la Iglesia de la Compana de Jesus
Virgin Mary statue at the former site of la Iglesia de la Compana de Jesus, Santiago, Chile.

The remains of The Church of the Company of Jesus were eventually destroyed the next year.  A garden was planted in its place, which is now a part of the grounds of the Ex Congreso Nacional (former National Congress) on the Calle Compania de Jesus.  A white statue of the Virgin Mary was erected where the main altar had once stood.

The garden and statue still exist today. Should you visit Santiago, Chile, pause a moment at its base. Ponder the tragic loss of life during the Santiago Church Fire and say a prayer for the fallen women and children.

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America’s 1st Terrorist Attack – the 1920 Wall Street Bombing

New York City Wall Street Bombing, 1920
New York City Wall Street Bombing, 1920

As clocks struck Noon and the bells of nearby Trinity Church rang out on September 16th, 1920, a massive bomb exploded, tearing through New York City’s Financial District. The Wall Street bombing killed 38 people and injured hundreds more.

The corner of Wall & Broad Streets was the epicenter of Manhattan’s Financial District, dominated by the headquarters of J.P. Morgan and Co., the most influential bank on the planet and the very symbol of American capitalism. The New York Stock Exchange was just a few steps down Wall Street.

Just like today, Wall Street at lunchtime was a busy hive of activity. Bank clerks and stockbrokers swarmed the sidewalks, and the street was clogged with Studebakers and delivery trucks. A red, battered horse-drawn wagon sat across from the bank at 23 Wall Street. At Noon, the capped driver dropped the reigns and ran off down the lane.

Inside the wagon were 500 pounds of cast iron bolts tightly packed around 100 pounds of TNT.

At 12:00 PM, the dynamite detonated with an ear-splitting roar. A wall of flames enveloped the entire width of Wall Street. The explosion derailed a streetcar 2 blocks away and sent shrapnel flying as high as the 34th floor of surrounding skyscrapers. Bloodied chunks of the wagon’s horse landed over a hundred yards away. Young stockbroker Joseph Kennedy, father of future President Kennedy, was lifted off his feet by the shock wave and knocked to the ground.

Those unlucky to be near the wagon were consumed in flames or cut to pieces by iron shrapnel. A rain of shattered glass windows from the floors above, cut into survivors running on the streets below. Once the smoke lifted, dozens had been killed instantly, their bodies lying in the street. Others ran with their clothes afire. The JP Morgan Bank was raked by debris, blasting through the windows and injuring clerks at their desks inside.

Thirty people died instantly from the blast. Another 8 died later from sustained injuries.

Hundreds more were wounded. Much like the French battlefields of World War I, Wall Street had become a warzone of charred bodies and severed limbs. Witnesses said the dead lay “flattened like tenpins” in the gutters. Those still breathing did not live for long. Trading at the NY Stock Exchange stopped as New York City policemen and nurses swarmed to Wall Street.

In the aftermath, no-one person or group claimed responsibility for the attack. There seemed to be no objective, except to generate public terror. This lead many to think the villains were Communist infiltrators from Russia’s Bolshevik Revolution. Investigators had no clue as to who had carried it out or why. The obvious target was the Morgan bank, but J.P. Morgan himself had been in Europe, thousands of miles away.

Suspicions grew the next day when a postal worker found 5 copies of a flyer in a Financial District mailbox. Printed by hand and riddled with spelling errors, the note read:

Rimember, We will not tolerate any longer. Free the political prisoners or it will be sure death is all of you.”

signed: American Anarchist fighters

Rumors swirled, with fingers pointing at anarchists, unionists, or socialists – anyone who might not want to see America’s capitalist empire succeed. Some even blamed Russia’s Vladimir Lenin. The national Bureau of Investigation, precursor to the FBI, were quick to find scapegoats in stereotypical, dark-bearded foreigners.  This included a new, young division head, the soon to be famous name of J. Edgar Hoover.

At least 25 suspects were arrested, but all were released and none ever charged.

The mysterious fliers were the closest it came to anyone claiming responsibility for the attack. Investigators pointed at an Italian anarchist Mario Buda as the most likely culprit, seeking revenge for his compatriots held in prison. Buda fled to Italy, but he too was never charged.

Police and the BOI spent 3 years trying to identify the wagon’s driver with a cap, but the trail went cold.  What started as an investigation transformed into a cover-up of sorts after the lack of arrests became a public embarrassment. The newspapers were encouraged not to “egg on the radicals” by publicizing their cause.

The New York Stock Exchange reopened the day after the Wall Street bombing.  J.P. Morgan returned and was determined to show the world that American business would proceed as usual. All signs of the blast were hastily collected and debris swept away—including crucial evidence from the wagon that might have helped in the investigation.

1920 Wall Street Bombing scars visible today
1920 Wall Street Bombing scars visible today

That afternoon, thousands of New Yorkers descended on Wall Street and sang the National Anthem and America the Beautiful. Looming behind them was the Morgan bank’s soot covered walls, pock-marked by fist-deep holes from the shrapnel blast. Those scars are still visible today, by the way, if you look close – the lone reminder of the bombing attack.  Unlike the 9/11 Memorial just down the street, no plaque or historical marker exists of the attack.

The Wall Street Bombing remained the deadliest U.S. terror attack until the Oklahoma City bombing 75 years later in 1995. While the incident may seem antiquated today, it foretold of a future of terror attacks that would be easily committed upon unknowing cities around the world. A fact of life that sadly continued – with the 2001 9/11 World Trade Center attack happening next – and countless others around the world.

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Times Beach – America’s Hazardous Waste Ghost Town

Superfund site Warning sign outside Times Beach, Missouri
Superfund site Warning sign outside Times Beach, Missouri 1983

Along famed ROUTE 66 just south of St. Louis, lies one of Missouri’s newer state parks. But one with a very checkered past. It’s the former location of the town of Times Beach and an infamous dioxin hazardous waste site.

In the 1970s, the lower-middle class town on the Meramec River couldn’t afford to pave its 23 miles of dirt streets. It was plagued with constant dust clouds kicked up by local cars and trucks. To solve the problem, in 1972, the city hired used oil waste hauler Russell Bliss to spray what was supposed to be just used engine oil on the dirt streets, at a cheap cost of only 6 cents a gallon.

Bliss said it would do the trick, cause he’d successfully sprayed his horse stables and other ranch roads in the area. He also knew he’d make a profit, as he got the materials from the companies that paid him to haul their wastes away. Bliss mixed 1 tank load of used engine oil with 6 tanks of waste liquid from a nearby chemical plant. It was a factory that manufactured the notorious defoliant Agent Orange during the Vietnam War.

The liquid waste was tainted with toxic levels of TCDD (dioxin).

For 4 years, he was regular sight in Times Beach, Missouri.  Bliss drove his tanker truck around spraying his carcinogenic cocktail on the town’s dirt streets. Kids loved sliding around in Bliss’ slippery purplish goo. And it worked too, gluing the dirt to the road for up to 10 months. No one gave the foul-smelling substance a second thought. That is, until horses at the ranches he had sprayed started dropping dead. Soon the town’s people began to get sick as well.

What the city didn’t know is that Bliss hauled waste for the Independent Petrochemical Corporation (IPC), an industrial waste subcontractor of the Northeastern Pharmaceutical and Chemical Company (NEPACCO). The waste liquid contained levels of Dioxin (at the time the most potent cancer-causing agent made by man) that were  2,000 time higher than the Agent Orange used in Vietnam!

When 62 horses died in stables Bliss had sprayed, the sick owners contacted the Dept. of Agriculture and Centers for Disease Control (CD) who began an investigation in 1979. The U.S. EPA began to visit Times Beach in 1982, taking soil samples and identified dangerously high levels of Dioxin. Bliss was vilified by the press, town and state. He claimed he was completely unaware that the wastes IPC gave him contained any toxic chemicals.

Soon, panic spread as every illness and pet death in town was attributed to the toxic spraying.

The controversy over what to do next sadly pitted townsfolk against one another. Residents felt betrayed and publicly criticized the U.S. EPA for not informing them of the danger sooner! Why did it take two years before the public was informed?  The half-life of dioxin is 11 years, so the problem wasn’t going away anytime soon.

In December 1982, the Meramec River on the edge of town flooded 14 feet during heavy winter rains, spreading the road contamination throughout ALL the homes and buildings in the entire town. Shortly after Christmas Day, U.S. EPA officials in white body suits and respirators showed up on people’s lawns, telling them to evacuate immediately.

Marilyn Leistner, the last Times Beach mayor said the message from the government was clear:

If you live in the community, you need to get out. And do not take anything with you. If you are outside of the community, do not come back!

U.S. EPA warning to residents, December, 1982

The national media painted Times Beach, Missouri and the similar Love Canal in New York as the poster children of industrial greed and toxic pollution in America. President Ronald Reagan formed a Dioxin Task Force to study the effects of the chemical on the town. In early 1983, the U.S. EPA announced the entire town’s buyout, 830 properties, at a cost of $36 million dollars.

Within 2 years, the entire population of 2,242 residents had been moved. Only one elderly couple, life-long residents who refused to leave their home were allowed to stay. The now ghost town of Times Beach was dis-incorporated by Missouri Governor John Ashcroft, calling it sad but necessary. The perimeter of the entire empty town was blockaded behind chain link fencing and warning signs.

One U.S. EPA official said to visit the silent, abandoned town was heart-wrenching.

Walking the vacant streets and into the empty houses, it was like people had just dashed out for the lives and were never allowed to come back. There were still Christmas trees inside and holiday decorations hanging outside.  Food was rotting in refrigerators without power and clothes still hung in closets.

Abandoned church in Times Beach Missouri
Abandoned church in Times Beach, Missouri, 1983.

For the residents who moved, the ordeal was far from over. They continued to worry about the long-term effects on their children’s health. Among Vietnam Vets, Dioxin used in Agent Orange has caused cancer, skin diseases, immune disorders, and birth defects. Sadly, some of the 800 families were shunned by neighboring Missouri communities, who wrongly feared contamination from “contagious” residents.

Hundreds of lawsuits were filed against Russell Bliss, IPC and NEPACCO. Though Bliss’ spraying was undoubtedly the source, his pleas of ignorance were believed by the courts and he was never convicted of any crime. As for NEPACCO and IPC, no laws were yet in effect that regulated the disposal of hazardous waste, so they too were cleared of guilt.

For more than a decade, the buildings and houses sat deserted behind barricades and large black-yellow warning signs, while Washington politicians decided what to do with the mess left behind in Times Beach, Missouri. The massive clean-up operation first demolished all the houses and buried the rubble, including the foundations, under a huge, long mound of dirt.

In 1995, the government removed 265,000 tons of contaminated soil at a cost of $110 million.

An incinerator was built on the site which burned the hazardous waste for two years. After all the contaminated dirt was incinerated by the EPA, the site was turned over to the State of Missouri. Thankfully, an American Medical Association study could find no long-term health effects in the evacuated families … yet.  Survivors are still monitored annually to this day.

Times Beach and New York’s Love Canal brought hazardous waste dumping and toxic pollution to national attention and the U.S. EPA cleaned up hundreds of other toxic waste sites for the next 20 years. Congress passed the Superfund Act in 1980 to address the clean-up of the worst of the worst hazardous waste sites in America.

What became of Times Beach? The cleaned-up, former town was turned into a new park, the ROUTE 66 STATE PARK. The 419-acre park opened in 1999 and includes a historical museum of the town’s infamous past. Few visitors of the park realize that under a huge grassy mound of earth 4 football fields long lies the sad remains of Times Beach homes and its residents possessions. If you care to visit Times Beach and the Route 66 State Park, it is located just 17 miles southwest of St. Louis, right off I-44 at exit 266.

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The Mahanoy Plane – the Mother of all Inclined Railroads

The Mahanoy Plane inclined railroad, Frackville, PA
The Mahanoy Plane inclined railroad, Frackville, PA

In the Coal Mining Region of Pennsylvania, Appalachian valleys from Harrisburg to Scranton contain prized veins of hard, black Anthracite coal.  From the Civil War to the 1940’s, coal was the undisputed King of Fuels in the United States and the world.  For Schuylkill County, there was one big problem, getting all that precious black coal, from 48 separate mines, up and over the long Broad Mountain that separated it from the southern part of the state. From there it would feed hungry steel mills and factories in places like Allentown, Reading and Philadelphia.  Their solution was the Mahanoy Plane

The Coal Barons’ constructed a massive Inclined Railroad in the town of Frackville.

Clearing the forest and laying tracks up the mountain was the easy part.  Tons of power would be needed to hoist the heavy, laden coal cars up the steep mountainside, too steep for a locomotive to pull.  The vertical rise was a daunting 525 feet to the top of the ridge, 28 degrees at its steepest.  So they installed the most powerful steam engines in the world (at the time) at the summit, at the edge of Frackville. The 500 ton engines were part of a massive complex that would be known as The Mahanoy Plane after the valley below.

The Plane was constructed during the Civil War in 1861, primarily by Italian immigrants, and paid for by the READING RAILROAD of Monopoly fame.   It was a true Engineering Marvel with two 6,000 horsepower steam engines hoisting coal cars 2,500 feet up from the Mahanoy valley to Frackville at the top.  The engines held that “most powerful engine” distinction for over 50 years, until surpassed by the large steam engines that moved the locks of the Panama Canal. 

Cheap immigrant labor toiled and died in the hundreds of deep mines that dotted the Appalachian valleys.  Immigrants were from Ireland, Poland, Russia, Italy, Lithuania, and Ukraine. It was an exhausting, thankless, often dangerous life, long before the days of organized labor unions.  Men would come out of the mines each day with black faces and black lungs. They were paid not in dollars but company currency which they could then used to pay their rent in company owned houses and buy food in company owned stores.

During its heyday, the Mahanoy Plane hoisted over 1.4 Billion, that’s with a B, tons of coal up the steep slope of Broad Mountain.  Up to 900 railroad cars passed up and down the steep plane every single day, a trip that took a little over four minutes.  The main hoisting cables alone were made of 3 inch thick cast-steel that could pull 3 coal cars as once.  The Mahanoy Plane was so complex it required a team of over 60 men to work it.

Sadly, the Mahanoy Plane shut it engines in 1932, due to other easier routes built out of the valley.

Mahanoy Plane Engine Room, Frackville, PA
Mahanoy Plane Engine Room, Frackville, PA

The owners had the mighty steam engines dismantled, sold the long cables for scrap, and demolished the historic buildings in the 1950s – what a loss.  Eventually, Mother Nature overtook the full length of the Plane site with a forest of slender white birch trees. Today, the famous site is all but forgotten … except for a few loyal locals who refuse to let its memory die.  Currently, hikers can visit the heavily overgrown site at the north end of Frackville just beyond High Street.  You can inspect its thick, deep foundations, massive, three-story high stone trestles, and creepy underground rooms.

The Mahanoy Plane provided coal for the westward expansion of the United States, fueling railroads from the Mississippi to California.  Polish, Russian, Italian, German and Irish immigrants mined the coal that powered factories, steel mills and locomotives across the entire nation.  That same coal powered the steam ships that carried American soldiers across the Atlantic during World War I. For 50 years, this Plane, in a small Pennsylvania town, contained the largest steam engines in the world!

In 2007, the Pennsylvania Historical Commission installed a tiny Historical Marker along nearby highway 924, just outside of Frackville.  It gives a brief, 3 sentence description, stating at the end that ‘partial ruins remain nearby.‘  But that hardly seems sufficient for such a once legendary site.

Sadly, there are no Pennsylvania state plans to restore or even preserve the once famous site.  The forest has completely taken over and reclaimed the land.  To visit there in summertime, when the leaves are thick, you might trudge right past and miss the ruins it completely.  Only in the cold of winter, with the trees bare of leaves, is the site fully revealed to the curious, along with a spectacular view of the valley below. 

The once mighty Mahanoy Plane deserves far more remembrance than an overgrown plot of crumbling ruins and a forgotten place in American history.

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The Donora Death Fog of 1948

Donora Death Fog of 1948 Pennsylvania
Donora Death Fog of 1948 Pennsylvania

In 1948, a little-remembered environmental disaster occurred in the U.S. that shocked the entire world.  It may sound like something from a Steven King horror novel, but it was the real thing. Over 7,000 townspeople fell ill and twenty-six lost their lives. The Donor Death Fog began innocently enough.

On Tuesday, October 26, 1948 the people of Donora, Pennsylvania woke to a blanket of smoke and fog filling their streets.  Fog was common there when cold Allegheny Mountain air hit the warm water from the Monongahela River that ran in an oxbow bend around the town.  Plus the town’s steel mill and zinc works factories ran three solid shifts. They belched out endless pillars of smoke, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

People went off to work that morning, kids off to school.  But the smog on the morning of October 26th turned out to be different somehow. As the day wore on, the fog didn’t lift, as it usually did when the sun rose.  All the streetlights were still blazing at Noon!  Plus the smog became slowly thicker as the day progressed. Townsfolk began to gag and cough, tasting the pollution in their mouths.

The smog burned your throat, eyes and nose, but we thought it was just another day in Donora.’

Donora Death Fog survivor

Donora is a small U.S. town, about 27 miles south of Pittsburgh. It sits on a tight, horseshoe bend in the Monongahela River, in a deep mountain valley surrounded by steep Appalachian hillsides.  It was also the home of the US Steel Zinc Works AND American Steel & Wire Mill. A combined 30 smoke stacks lining the riverfront like a steampunk forest. The two factories employed most of the men in town as laborers.  Everyone else in one way or another supported, or profited off, the 2 large mills.

Folks in Pennsylvania and Ohio steel towns were used to smog. This was three years after World War II and the GI’s were home and back to work in the mills and factories.  But memories of the Great Depression still lingered, and smog, for better or worse, meant prosperity and jobs. Smog meant men were working, bills were being paid, and families were fed. Sure it was a daily nuisance. It stunted the growth of trees in the valley, mothers washed their curtains as frequently as towels, and it caused hacking coughs amongst the workers. But, that was the price you paid for a part of living the American Dream, right?

The Donora smog continued to worsen as the week went one, getting thicker and thicker and thicker for 5 straight days. Most residents hid in their homes except to go to work. It darkening the valley like an industrial solar eclipse. That didn’t stop the Halloween parade on Friday though, when little kids in costumes walked the streets like real specters, coughing and hacking in the foggy gloom.  Or the high school football game on Saturday, when no passes were thrown because receivers couldn’t see the ball in the air!

The smog was so thick the fans could barely see the football players on the field!

What the town didn’t know was that a layer of cold autumn air had trapped the 2 mills’ toxic soup of carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide and zinc/lead dust in their mountain valley.  It was a rare Atmospheric Inversion that stopped the air from circulating out of the town.  The dangerous combination of toxic smoke and weather would yield deadly effects. The thickening, poisonous air began causing uncontrollable hacking coughs and asthma-like symptoms.

Donora’s 8 family doctors rushed from house to house and case to case. They ordered those having trouble breathing to abandon the town and head in any direction. This became harder and harder as driving visibility was reduced to just a few feet, even with headlights on. Firefighters carried O2 tanks through the dark streets to help children and elderly citizens get from place to place. The police were deluged with desperate phone calls for oxygen masks.

The ambulances could only creep through the smog at 5 mph, with one paramedic walking in front to check if the road was clear of stuck cards, shouting back to the driver.  Driving soon became out of the question.  Firefighters were forced to abandon attempts to help their suffering citizens when they were unable to navigate their fire trucks IN MIDDAY!

“The smog was so bad I couldn’t see my own two feet!”

Donora Death Fog survivor

The mayor and town leaders begged the mills’ owners to shut down … but they refused! It would cost too much money to halt production. The first deaths began to occur four days in on Friday. The doctors had made the small Donora Hotel an emergency clinic because the small local hospital couldn’t handle all the sick, coughing and gasping patients.

By Saturday, the three funeral homes quickly had more corpses than they could handle. The Community Center basement became a spare morgue when the undertakers were overwhelmed. Towns people listening to the local radio station were shocked to learn the toxic smog had now turned lethal!  Twenty of their fellow Donorans had died!  And half the town was getting sicker.

On Sunday morning October 30th, the mills’ owners finally ceased operation, arguably because most of their workers were out sick and the mills were half empty. The next day, on Halloween no less, wind and rain finally came and the smog finally began to dissipate, but not before leaving many Donorians with permanent lung damage.

Twenty-six townspeople would die in all.

All the dead had been 50 or over, some with heart or lung problems. 7,000 people had become violently ill, half the town’s population. While expressing sympathy for the victims, the mill owners disclaimed responsibility!  After all, they couldn’t control the weather, could they? Nevertheless, the Donora Death Fog made national news.

Over the next months, state and federal investigators descended on small Donora. They set up air monitoring sites and medical clinics in the valley.  U.S. Steel and American Wire insisted the weather was to blame, certainly not the mills that had been operating for decades. The two influential and powerful companies made sure the official report exonerated the plants. Most residents were outraged when investigators failed to blame the mills.  Much like the nearby Johnstown, PA Flood victims, lawsuits were filed and later settled, but without naming blame.

‘It was murder! The owners of US Steel should have gone to jail.’

Donora Death Fog survivor

Humans were not the only victims – all of the crops in the surrounding valley withered as well as many backyard gardens.  Family pets would suffer the same fate as their owners. It became the worst air pollution disaster in US history and let the public know that smog was more than just a nuisance, it could kill!

Donora, PA - US Steel Zinc Works, 1948
Donora, PA – smoke stacks of the U.S. Steel Zinc Works, 1948

The 2 mills reopened the very next week. But the “Donora Death Fog,” was in all the national newspapers and made air pollution a new national concern. The next year, President Harry Truman called for the 1st national Air Pollution Conference, citing Donora, PA by name. A similar, larger disaster occurred in London, England in 1952, called The Great Smog killing thousands. The US Steel Zinc Works closed in 1957, the American Steel and Wire Mill a few years later.  Other industries came to town over the years and Donora became a classic Rust Belt, working class community.

Republican President Richard Nixon created the U.S .Environmental Protection Agency in 1970, leading to The Clean Air Act the same year. Nonetheless, air pollution in industrial Pennsylvania cities and towns like Pittsburgh remained a problem for decades more.  Add the mills of Illinois, Ohio and Indiana and air pollution precipitated down upon the northeastern states as Acid Rain, killing lake and river fish populations all the way to New England and Canada.

Once the mills closed, the population of Donora dwindled to less than 6,000, with over one-third retirees. Some residents blame the government regulators for destroying jobs in their town, though arguably saving their family’s lives. The Donora Death Fog is the pivotal moment leading to the slow adoption of air quality regulations in the U.S. years later.  Today, it almost sounds like a 1950’s science fiction movie.  But if you have never heard of Donora, PA you owe the victims and their families a debt of gratitude.  The Donora dead gave their lives, so many others would later live.

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Both Germany and the Allies used Poison Gas in World War I

British troops with gas masks in the World War I trenches
British troops with gas masks in the World War I trenches of France, 1916

The horrors that man is capable of unleashing upon his enemy during warfare reached a pinnacle during World War I, when BOTH slides used Poison Gas against the other. World War I was the first conflict to devolve into stagnant trench warfare. This happened when the equally matched armies dug thousands of miles of trenches along the front lines. In between the trenches lay a “No Man’s Land,” snaked with barbed wire and obliterated by heavy artillery. After numerous high casualty battles that did nothing to move the front, both the Germany and Allies looked for any way to win campaigns.

New poison gas technology appeared to be the answer to their prayers.

Chlorine gas was first deployed by the German military at the Second Battle of Ypres on 22 April 1915. French, British and Canadian troops lined a 10 mile long front against the German army.  At 17.00 hours, the day’s shelling ceased, and winds favorably blew toward the enemy in the west. German troops opened pressurized tanks of chlorine gas hidden at the front line trenches.

French sentries first noticed a strange, greenish-yellow cloud moving towards them. Thinking it was a smoke screen to cover a German advance, all troops were ordered to the ladders of their trenches. The gas’s impact was immediate and horrifying. It destroyed a man’s ability to breath in a matter of seconds. causing death by asphyxiation. The surviving French troops fled in terror. Even the Germans were so shocked by the deadly effect of their gas, they never followed through with a full assault.

Germany’s use of poison gas provoked immediate and widespread condemnation around the globe. Nevertheless, the poison gas ‘cat was out of the bag,’ so to speak. Its use escalated for the remainder of the Great War to End all Wars, by Both Sides.

The first Allies to respond was Britain in 25 September 1915. Newly formed Special Gas Divisions attacked German lines at Loos, France around 5 am with their new “Accessory.” They were forbidden, to use the word Poison Gas, else they be as guilty as the ‘Jerries.’ Unfortunately, along parts of the British front lines, the wind changed direction unexpectedly! The chlorine gas was blown back onto the British troops, causing over 2,000 casualties, more than inflicted on the Germans.

A better means of delivery was needed, so both sides began firing poison gas in artillery shells.

After chlorine came phosgene, a gas that induced less coughing, so more would be inhaled by the enemy, increasing the kill rate. But what was the average trench soldier to do? At first, they were instructed to hold a urine soaked kerchief over their face to protect against the effects! Needless to say, this failed miserably. Gas mask production lagged behind gas production. It took several ineffective versions before the troops were finally provided with a reliable full face model. Uncomfortable masks with round goggles and a single filter cartridge were effective if applied fast enough.

German chemists were a step ahead of the Allies and switched to Mustard Gas in 1917.

Made of sulphur dichloride, the oily, brown liquid gave off what survivors described as a garlicy, horseradish or mustard stench. Mustard gas was nearly invisible, and rather than immediately choking the victim, it caused large, severe and painful blisters, both in the mouth, lungs, and on the skin. Temporary blindness and pulmonary edema were induced. Mustard gas also remained potent in clothing and the soil for weeks, making infected trenches impossible to live in.

To the thousands of souls fighting in Flanders, it was hard to imagine how the hell of trench warfare could get any worse. On 12 July 1917, German gunners fired more than 50,000 artillery shells of mustard gas into the British and Canadian lines. Hospital tents up and down the front were soon bursting with more than 2,000 victims, suffering from excruciating blisters across their bodies. Most were blinded, others slowly suffocating, leaving the rest disfigured and writhing in agony.

Despite the outrage, the Allies immediately engineered their own stockpiles of mustard gas.

By autumn, mustard gas was in use up and down the Western Front from Belgium to Switzerland, once again by both sides. By year’s end, the British were dropping mustard gas shells onto German trenches as well.  When the U.S. entered the war in 1917, America’s Dow Chemical manufactured the poison for the troops.

British soldier with gas mask for poison gas in World War I
British soldier with gas mask for poison gas in World War I, 1917

Mustard gas so terrified soldiers because unlike phosgene, victims were initially unaware they were being gassed. Gas masks only protected the lungs; everything else burned and blistered, even skin beneath clothing. Since it was heavier than air, clouds would settle into bomb craters and trenches, remaining there for hours if there was no breeze.

The Germany military continued to develop a deadly array of delivery methods including artillery shells, mortar rounds, free falling bombs from bi-wing airplanes and even in land mines. The British army alone suffered 20,000 mustard gas casualties in just the last year of the war.

The use of Mustard Gas would continue right up until the Paris Armistice at 11 pm on 11 November 1918.

Although the use of poison gas was banned by the 1925 Geneva Convention, armies around the world continued to use it up through the 1930s. For example, the Japanese Empire gassed both Chinese armies and civilians in its invasion of Manchuria. During World War II, the Allies stockpiled millions of tons of mustard gas behind frontlines just in case the Nazis and Japanese decided to use it.

In modern times, mustard gas was used most recently in the 1980s Iran-Iraq War. Saddam Hussein ordered its use against the Iranian army, and even against Iraq’s own Kurdish population, where more than 5,000 civilians died.

Today, advanced post Cold War militaries have much more modern Nerve Agent Gases, like VX, Novichok and Sarin. They remain largely unused and stockpiled by both sides, kept as a deterrent only of course. Or until our enemies, extremists or terrorists, decide to use them against us first. Then, the deadly cycle of escalation seen during World War I might just begin again in modern times.

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10 Reasons ‘Saint Germain’ Sounds so Darn Familiar

The Count of Saint Germain was an ageless adventurer of the 18th century.  Alchemist, spy, composer, diplomat, and general enigma, the mysterious Count was an actual historic figure, with adventures across 18th century Europe and the Far East. Throughout all this time, he never appeared to age. He is the main character of “The Man Who Would Not Die,” a historical novel of his career. 

The Count is but one of the many instances of this familiar French-sounding name.  Here are some of the others you may or may not recognize:

Saint Germain-des-Prés

Paris street sign for Boulevard Saint Germain
Paris street sign for Boulevard Saint Germain

My absolute favorite place in Paris. A popular and historic Left Bank Faubourg, known for its cafes, shops, and wide, tree-lined Boulevard Saint Germain.  It sits across the River Siene from the Louvre Museum and surrounds the church of the former Abbey of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, the oldest church in Paris, named for … well, I am getting ahead of myself.  Read on.

Saint Germain-en-Laye

An affluent French commune located in the northwest suburbs of Paris, on the banks of a hairpin loop in the River Seine.  Prior to the French Revolution, its fabulous Chateau Neuf, was the residence of numerous French kings, including Henry II and a young and future Sun King, Louis XIV.  Today, it houses the Museum of Archeology. The area surrounding the town contains the National Forest Saint German-en-Laye.

Paris Saint-Germain

Logo for Paris Saint Germain football (soccer) team
Logo for Paris Saint Germain football (soccer) club

Known simply as PSG to its many fans, a HUGELY popular professional football (soccer) club based in Paris.  Also known as the Red and the Blue, they compete in the top League 1 and have won 9 League titles.  They are the most successful football club in all of France, and the second most popular after its arch-rivals Olympique de Marseille. They play at the Parc des Princes.

Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

American novelist who has penned a long series of historical romance novels with none other than Count Saint-Germain as her tortured protagonist.  She portrays the Count as an immortal vampire, who has lived since the time of the Egyptian pharaohs, with numerous beautiful and tragic lovers throughout the centuries.  Each book in her extensive series (27 and counting) is based on the Count in a different time period.

St. Germain, the liqueur

A bottle of St. Germain liquor
A bottle of St. Germain liquor

A delicious and expensive French liqueur in a classy and distinctive art deco bottle.  Started in 2007, it is delicately flavored with European elder flowers picked each Spring, and currently owned by none other than Bacardi.  Sip it as a liquor; or a shot goes quite well in a glass of dry white wine, French champagne or any number of mixed drinks, including the highly recommended French Martini or Green Margarita.  Sante! Cheers!

Saint-Germain’s Tea

Both a hot beverage and a remedy all in one.  Created by Count Saint Germain himself for the Russian Navy during its long wars with the Ottoman/Turkish Empire in the late 18th century.  A blended tea of equal parts crushed senna pods, elder flowers, and ground fennel seeds [Recipe].   Careful, physicians used it as an 18th century purge!  Similar blends are still sold today as an herbal remedy for mild irregularity.

Potage Saint-Germain

https://www.stgermain.fr/us/en/
Potage Saint Germain

A delicious, creamy French soup of pureed peas, spinach and leeks [Recipe].  Originally served to French King Louis XIV and available today in many Left Bank French restaurants. Garnish each bowl with freshly grated parmesan cheese or a dollop of sour cream.  Best served with a hot loaf of crusty French bread and a glass of dry Sherry in a Parisian sidewalk cafe.  Bon Appetit mon amie!

Treaty of Saint Germain

One of several treaties which ended World War I, the so called ‘War to End All Wars.’  It was signed by British, French, American Allies and Austria on 10 September 1919 in the aforementioned Chateau Neuf in St. Germain-en-Laye.  The treaty declared that the Austro-Hungarian Empire was dissolved, and war reparations were to be paid to the Allies. The more famous World War I Treaty of Versailles was signed between the three Allies and Germany just a few months earlier.

Saint Germain Foundation®

Logo of the I AM Activity
Logo of the I AM Activity

A religious organization based on the principles of Theosophy, founded by Madame Helena Blavatsky.  It bases its doctrines on the teaching of Guy Ballard in the 1930’s.  The organization’s philosophy is known as the “I Am” Activity® and has spawned numerous spiritual splinter groups over time including the Summit Lighthouse the Church Universal and Triumphant.  They consider Count Saint Germain to be one of their Ascended Masters, living on in an astral plane.

St. Germain, the US town

A charming town in the heart of America’s Wisconsin Northwoods, settled by French fur traders in the 1600s and surrounded by over 1300 small lakes and streams.  For the outdoor lover, St. Germain boasts year round activities including fishing, hunting, boating, and kayaking.  During their famously cold and robust winters throw in snowmobiling, and of course cross-country skiing.

St. Germanus

Saint Germanus statue
Saint Germanus statue

And last but not least, the original Catholic Saint, known as the ‘Father of the Poor.’  As a priest, he was first the abbot of an abbey, later ordained Bishop of Paris in the year 555 by French King Childebert.  He was canonized after his death in 754.  St. Germain was well known for his overly generous alms-giving to the French poor.  For centuries his relics were carried through the streets in times of plaque and war.  He is buried in the crypt of the Left Bank abbey church in Paris that bears his now familiar name.  His Catholic Feast Day is May 28th.


So there you have it, ten familiar instances of ‘Saint Germain’ scattered around the world.  But let us not forget the mysterious Count Saint Germain, where our journey first began.

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