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London’s ‘Great Smog of 1952′

A tugboat on the Thames near Tower Bridge in heavy smog, December 1952. (Photo by Fox Photos/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

A tugboat on the Thames near Tower Bridge in heavy smog, December 1952. (Photo by Fox Photos/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)


Sixty years ago saw the beginning of one of the deadliest episodes in the history of London. On December 5, 1952, an early-winter fog descended on the city, lasting for four days. It was so thick that visibility was reduced to mere yards.

Now it’s true that London and fog are hardly strangers.

Charles Dickens put it well in Bleak House: “Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.”

But the events of 1952 were far from ordinary.

Heavy smog in Piccadilly Circus, London, December 1952. (Photo by Central Press/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

(Click to expand) Heavy smog in Piccadilly Circus, London, December 1952. (Photo by Central Press/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)


“The Great Smog of 1952 was the worst smog that London’s ever seen,” says Georgina Young, senior curator of contemporary istory at the Museum of London. “It was the ultimate ‘pea-souper,’ the worst instance the city ever had.”

“There was a high-pressure system holding air over the city, and there was very little wind,” Young says. “It was very cold. Everyone had their house fire on, and at the time houses were normally heated by coal fires. And the smoke that those produced went into this pocket of air all over the city. They were added to by emissions from industries, and they are all going into the same pocket of air that was not moving anywhere.”

Iris Humphries, who was 21 at the time, remembers how dirty it was.

“We used to wear petticoats, and the hems were black,” says Humphries. “Your hair was grimy, and you could feel the grit in the air, because it was coal smoke that made this fog. “It was just choking and dreadful.”

And, for some, it was deadly.

Rosemary Merritt was a schoolgirl back in 1952.

Her father worked at a London bus garage. He already suffered from bronchitis.

Because of transport disruptions, he was forced to walk an hour and a half through the smog to get home. Merritt remembers him walking through the front door.

A London bus conductor is forced to walk ahead of his vehicle to guide it through the smog , December 1952. (Photo by Keystone/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

(Click to expand) A London bus conductor is forced to walk ahead of his vehicle to guide it through the smog , December 1952. (Photo by Keystone/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)


“He was not breathing very well, and coughing quite a lot,” Merritt says. “We went to bed, and in the middle of the night, I was woken up by my mum banging on doors. My father had been taken worse, and my mum was really worried about him, because he was going blue apparently.”

Merritt says the doctor couldn’t even make it to their house. So, she and her mother tried to go and get medicine for him.

“We got to the doctor’s, picked up these tablets, and came back home,” she says. “We were greeted at the front door by the neighbors who had looked after my dad, to tell my mum he’d died.”

Rosemary Merritt’s father was one of more than 4,000 people thought to have died as a result of the Great Smog of 1952.

“It was the combination of coal smoke with sulfur dioxide,” says Dr. Robert Waller, who was working in London’s St. Bartholomew’s hospital at the time.

“People were dying in their homes, and in the hospitals. They were mainly elderly people with existing cardio-respiratory disease.”

“No one realized at the time that the number of deaths was increasing,” Dr. Waller says. “There weren’t bodies lying around the streets. One of the first indications that things were happening is that undertakers were running out of coffins, florists were running out of flowers.”

After four days, the deadly smog finally cleared.

The British government formed a commission to recommend steps to ensure such a thing never happened again. In 1956, Britain’s Parliament passed the Clean Air Act, which introduced a number of measures to cut down on the burning of coal.

But on the 60th anniversary of the Great Smog, some say that London still has significant pollution problems. The environmental organization ClientEarth says that an estimated 4,300 Londoners now die each year as a result of air pollution.

The culprit now is not coal, the group says, but vehicle emissions.


Discussion

3 comments for “London’s ‘Great Smog of 1952′”

  • http://profile.yahoo.com/YMZXMNZHA42WVAJZMGOADQA4YY Chris

    Many of those video clips were NOT taken at night – they were taken by day.   You literally ‘felt’ your way around – known landmarks just vanished as your space/time perception was warped. If you counted your paces to try reach somewhere you knew, it probably wasn’t there – you couldn’t look back to see if you’d walked in a straight line. I remember the taste and the grittiness – and everything you touched was dirty.  At night you could just see your torch glow at arm’s length – if you had a torch.  Street lights only appeared as you neared the foot of the pillar… I guess that the saying “don’t follow me – I’m lost too!” was coined during this smog.  Gruesome……other-worldly. The worst was in London, but it was almost as bad elsewhere.

  • http://profile.yahoo.com/PE35UGXDICESZXCBXSFPDI46JA heather

    I was in the musical “Love from Judy” at the Saville theatre in London on the date of the fog. I lived in Kingsbury and took the tube to Picadilly. As I came up the stairs from the train it looked as if it was night time at five in the afternoon. Our theatre was foggy of course but we did have some kind of filtering system which I was taken up to see the drum where the fan circulated the air. There were large balls of mucky sort of fluff rolling around in there. I was fifteen years old and luckily had no health problems. The first line we sang as the Orphans in the show was “When the fog lifts we can see the penitentiary” As you can imagine that brought a great laugh for the four nights when the theatre was foggy inside.
    Going home late at night after the show was really scary. I had to walk with my hand on the walls and fences to find my own house as the fog was thick in Kingsbury by then.
    What a different time we are in. Can you imagine the outcry there would be today over so many deaths.
    I now live in Canada and have often told my friends about those four days.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=784044860 Anne Shukri

    I was three when this happened. I remember the edges of my eyes and nose being black. I was born in Manchester and we had the same smog.. My Mother was a bus conductor for Mayne’s buses in Droylsden. She used to walk in front of the bus with a torch. She suffered from severe bronchitis. You literally couldn’t see your nose it was so thick, pea soup thick! Anne