Jim McMahon/Mapman ®
One of the first signs of disaster was a strange smell—the faint hint of something damp and rotten on the wind. Edward “Edd” Neary, 10, must have noticed it as he walked to school in his village of Elphin, Ireland, in October 1845. He probably didn’t think too much of it though. The weather had been especially stormy throughout the late summer and fall, and a lingering soggy odor wouldn’t have seemed too unusual.
But if Edd paid little attention to the smell at first, he could not have ignored what happened next.
One afternoon, the bright sun suddenly dimmed, as though a dark curtain had been yanked across the sky. A thick blue fog crept over the fields, swallowing up wooden barns and grazing sheep. By early the next morning, the moldy smell had become a choking stink.
Elphin’s farmers rushed out into their fields, all with the same heart-stopping thought.
The potatoes.
Overnight, the leaves and stems of Elphin’s potato plants had broken out with sickly black spots. People clawed wildly at the dirt, pulling up potatoes that were scarred and shriveled. Dark, stinking slime oozed from the vegetables’ skin.
The same horrific scene was playing out all over Ireland. Waves of panic rippled across the island. Most people relied on the potato as their main source of food. Without it, they faced a terrifying question: How would they survive the winter?
But what was about to happen was far worse than one season of lost crops. By the time it was over, at least 1 million people would be dead. Another 2 million would flee the country. And the Great Irish Famine, as it would come to be known, would change the course of history forever.
One of the first signs of disaster was a strange smell. It was something damp and rotten on the wind. Edward “Edd” Neary, 10, must have noticed the smell as he walked to school. He lived in the village of Elphin, Ireland. It was October 1845. He probably didn’t think too much of the smell though. The weather had been very stormy in the late summer and fall. A soggy odor wouldn’t have seemed too unusual.
Edd may have paid little attention to the smell at first. But he could not have ignored what happened next.
One afternoon, the bright sun suddenly dimmed. It must have seemed like a dark curtain had been yanked across the sky. A thick blue fog crept over the fields. It swallowed up wooden barns and grazing sheep. By the next morning, the moldy smell had become a choking stink.
Elphin’s farmers rushed out into their fields, all with the same heart-stopping thought.
The potatoes.
Overnight, Elphin’s potato plants had broken out with sickly black spots. People clawed wildly at the dirt. They pulled up potatoes that were scarred and shriveled. Dark, stinking slime oozed from the vegetables’ skin.
The same horrific scene was happening all over Ireland. Waves of panic rippled across the island. For most people, the potato was their main source of food. Without it, they faced a terrifying question: How would they survive the winter?
But what was about to happen was far worse than one season of lost crops. By the time it was over, at least 1 million people would be dead. Another 2 million would flee the country. It came to be known as the Great Irish Famine. It would change the course of history forever.