Irish Potato Famine
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May 29th, 2005 – by: kingelvis14
Ireland ~~ A land of unforgettable beauty and charm. But in the mid-1800s, the Irish were starving to death by the tens of thousands and no one cared. Within a six-year period, over one million Irish died of starvation and another million fled the country. How could this be possible? A potato blight, or fungus, invaded the countryside and destroyed the potato crop for three out of four years.
You see, these were the poorest of the poor. Rural families were always large and lived in single-room, windowless stone or mud cabins with no chimney. Their bed was straw on bare ground. The wealthy Protestant English ruling class owned all the farmland because English conquerors like Oliver Cromwell had seized the land by force years before. In the mid-1800s, the previously well-to-do Irish, many of whom were descendants of Irish kings, were now reduced to poverty and forced to pay rent for a tiny tract of farmland. Their landlords lived in England and rarely, if ever, set foot on their property, choosing to hire local agents to manage their affairs.
The potato is not native to Ireland but was brought to England from South America by the Spanish. Soon the spud made its way to Ireland and the farmers were overjoyed. This new-found source of food flourished in the cool moist soil with very little labor. One acre of fertilized potato field could yield 12 tons of pototoes ~ enough to feed a family of six for one year. By the 1800s, the poorest peasants in Ireland subsisted solely on the vegetable and could stay perfectly healthy on a diet of potatoes alone, providing them with necessary protein, carbs, minerals and essential vitamins. Now you can understand how these poor Irish farmers were unable to survive without the potato.
As we rode through the countryside, the small roofless stone houses were too many to count. The lovely thatched roofs had succumbed to 150 years of wind and rain. Rocky hillsides and fields still showed signs of the farmer's toil. Mounds of dirt lay in rows, not touched by human hand since being abandoned by death. I wanted to know where all these forgotten were buried. There were no cemeteries or churchyards. Entire families were put into shallow, unmarked mass graves by neighbors waiting to die.
Yes, there were fish in the ocean. But all boats had to be sold in order to buy food. And that was during the first year of famine. All livestock, clothing, furniture, everything of any value was gone. Sold for temporary survival. Now they had no fishing nets to catch fish. Imagine how these people felt when they realized that the next year's crop was a failure, too. Starvation. Three out of four years without harvesting one potato. One million Irish fled the country to America and England. Another 1.5 million died alongside the road. Too weak to go any further, they would simply lay down and die.
We were now driving through the rows of famine houses and deserted potato fields. It was as though the spirits of the dead were with us. This was their burial ground. Where they lived and loved and labored. We were the intruders here. A family with children were playing on the sandy beach among the ruins. Running and laughing among the unmarked graves with no regard to what took place here so many years ago. Life goes on, doesn't it.
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