The Summer That Never Was

21 Aug
English: Volcanic Explosivity Index volume graph

English: Volcanic Explosivity Index volume graph (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Have you noticed the weather lately?  How strange it can get? Today, here in Ottawa (Ontario), it is a hot and humid day at 32° C (89° F).  Imagine how “jealous” (no, not really) I was to come across today’s trivia.

On August 21, 1816, Quebec City (Quebec) 30 cm (12 inches) of snow was reported.  This led to loss of crops (because of frost), malnutrition, starvation, and increased mortality, most by an epidemic.

But this was not an isolated incident  in Canada.  It was worldwide!  Severe summer climate abnormalities caused average global temperatures to decrease.  It is also known as “The Year Without a Summer”, “Poverty Year“, “Year There Was No Summer”, and “Eighteen Hundred” and “Froze to Death.”

Why?  How could this happen?

It is now generally believed that the aberrations occurred because of the April 5–15, 1815, volcanic Mount Tambora eruption in Indonesia.  The eruption had a Volcanic Explosivity Index ranking of 7, a super-colossal event that ejected immense amounts of volcanic ash into the upper atmosphere.

Other large volcanic eruptions around this time were:
1812, La Soufrière on Saint Vincent in the Caribbean
1812, Awu in the Sangihe Islands, Indonesia
1813, Suwanosejima in the Ryukyu Islands, Japan
1814, Mayon in the Philippines

These eruptions had already built up a substantial amount of atmospheric dust. As is common after a massive volcanic eruption, temperatures fell worldwide because less sunlight passed through the atmosphere.

You can access Michael Sean Munger‘s 152-page thesis “1816: The Mighty Operations of Nature.” Also, there is an excerpt, covering this subject, of the book Crazy Canadian Trivia by Pat Hancock (I recommend this book, by the way!). I also suggest going to for an interesting article by Jesse Ferrell.

Below is Darkness, a poem by Lord Byron, about this:

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts

Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d,
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour
They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,

And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d
And twin’d themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless–they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought–and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails–men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead

Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,
And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted upTheir eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless–
A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge–
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them–She was the Universe.


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4 responses to “The Summer That Never Was

  1. pfankuchen

    August 22, 2013 at 5:51 am

    hey! nice blog!! maybe you will also like

    • tkmorin

      August 22, 2013 at 9:42 am

      You have a ice blog too. 🙂

  2. seeker

    August 22, 2013 at 1:50 am

    Lord Byron, has been a long time since I read a poem from him. Just wondering, Tk, is this an indication of another year of no summer coming soon?

    • tkmorin

      August 22, 2013 at 9:38 am

      I don’t think so. There’s the activity from a volcano in Japan, but no real danger other than that, I don’t think …


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