Midnight at High Noon

by Michael R Dougherty
(California)

Mount Spurr

Mount Spurr

Imagine being just six years old and having your world turned upside down.

Our family was living in a log home on Fairbanks street near downtown Anchorage, Alaska in 1953, and when I woke up one summer morning I noticed that something was wrong.

Mom and dad were huddled by the radio, and when I looked out the living room window, the clouds were dark and the sky looked very weird.

Our radio was blaring news about a volcano that was located about 70 or so miles across Cook Inlet from Anchorage. The volcano was named Mount Spurr and it was beginning to spew a cloud of volcanic ash that was headed for Anchorage.

Mom and dad told me, my sister Anna and brother Tom that we had to stay in the house.

By noon it was as dark as midnight outside. For a six year old kid, the whole idea of time had become confusing. How could it be noon it it was pitch black outside? My world wasn't making any sense that day.

The ash was dark grey and it was coming down so thick that it blocked the sun and had turned day into night. When I took a closer look out the living room window, I could see the dark ash falling like snow across a bright street light.

"Mom, dad, it looks scary outside" was all I could manage to say.

That stuff that looked like "black snow" had turned our world upside down. Now the only traffic on the roads was an occasional police car or an official city of Anchorage truck, and all of them had their headlights turned on.

I knew it wasn't night time, but everything I saw through our living room window told me it was.

After lunch, I asked dad if I could go outside. He quickly told me "no." Of course I wanted to know why, and dad was quick to point out that there was volcanic ash falling from the sky and that everyone was supposed to stay indoors until the ash was no longer falling.

So I asked my dad the six year old question, "when will it stop?" The grown-up answer was "nobody knows."

Ok, so there I was, thinking I could be stuck inside our log home for the rest of my life if the dark ash never stopped falling. Well I thought, at least I wouldn't have to go to school. But after thinking about it, I realized that sooner or later we would run out of chocolate milk, so I was hoping that the ash would take a break pretty soon.

Kids bounce back from things pretty well and by the afternoon and on into the evening, me, my sister Anna and brother Tom had forgotten about wanting to go outside to try and catch volcanic ash on our tongues like you do when you catch snow flakes on your tongue.

"Hey mom, check out our black tongues. Yuck, tastes like the inside of a burning mountain."

And later that night when it was supposed to be dark outside, our kid's world began making sense again.

By morning Mount Spurr had stopped spewing volcanic ash and the sky was blue again.

After breakfast, much to our surprise and delight, mom and dad took us outside to look at the half inch or so of volcanic ash that now covered everything.

I remember that the ash looked dark grey and it was like powder. We were told not to stomp on it or kick it up or sit down in it because mom didn't want it all over our cloths. We were only allowed to be outside in the ash for about 15 minutes before mom told us to go back inside the house.

For some reason, no one in our family thought to scoop up some of the volcanic ash as a souvenir. I wish we had, because it would be very interesting to see that ash again after all these years.

Since the eruption of Mount Spurr in 1953, my wife and I and our children Nikki and Christopher were in Anchorage when volcanic ash came down two more times. But in both cases the ash was an orange like color and it was much more course in texture. And when those eruptions took place, our day was not turned into night by falling ash.

While working at Anchorage's KTUU channel 2 (then KENI-TV), Mount Saint Augustine erupted and was spewing a huge plum of smoke and ash into the air just south of Anchorage.

I was sent by small plane along with a reporter to get arial shots of the eruption.

As we circled the volcano, the pilot got a little too daring and got much too close. But it gave me the ability to shoot some spectacular film footage of the volcano.

As I was shooting some footage, I was standing with one knee on the window seat when suddenly the cabin filled with the noxious aroma of sulphur. The pilot quickly banked the plane to move farther from the mountain.

Because the move was so sudden and hard, I saw myself falling in slow motion and I ended up on the floor of the plane. As I lay there on the floor unable to move, the pilot announced "sorry, I was too close and we sucked way too much sulphur into the engine, so I moved us farther away so we wouldn't have to spend the night next to an active volcano."

That evening on the Channel 2 six O'clock news, my footage looked amazing.

Back home for dinner, my wife Mary asked me how my day had been. I told her about the volcano and the plane. She took the news well, but made me promise, as her husband and the father of her children, not to visit any more active volcanoes.

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Sep 09, 2016
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"Darkness"
by: Mary J Dougherty

That day sounded very hard for you and your family.

Even watching it get darker and darker must of been scary, as you said. Right now I am glad you have your feet on the ground and are not flying over volcanoes like you did when you were covering Alaska's Mt. Saint Augustine eruption. You are a very good videographer, that's for sure.

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