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Molasses flood
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Travel with TV director/producer and former history teacher Harry Thomason as he tells you intriguing, frightening, and interesting stories of U.S. The residential neighborhood has been renovated since, and we didn't notice any residual stickiness. The Molasses Flood took months to clean up, and the smell lingered for decades. The small green sign is set low into a stone wall, unnoticed unless you're looking for it near the Bocce ball court along Commercial Street. In the early afternoon of January 15 th, 1919, a large storage tank filled with 2.3 million (US) gallons of molasses, burst, sending a two-story flood into the streets of Boston. While we can't complain too much - at least someone installed a sign at the site - it doesn't exactly conjure the moment, January 15, 1919, molasses bearing down on you. The North End of Boston, Massachusetts was the sight of one of the strangest and most unbelievable tragedies in modern history. We had high expectations when visiting the Molasses Flood Monument. After we dock our zeppelin we'll do a little more research.). The wall of brown goo, moving ~35 mph, crushed houses and inundated everything in its path.ĭo we even eat molasses any more? If the Hindenburg explosion doomed the zeppelin as a ubiquitous mode of travel, this goopy mess probably soured the public's romance with molasses (it's still an ingredient in rum and, oh yeah, Boston - baked beans, and maybe more. When the tank ruptured (possibly caused by fermentation, structural weakness some even suggested it was an anarchist's bomb), its 1/2 inch steel plates flew on trajectories that collapsed girders on an adjacent elevated railway. tall tank held two million + gallons of the stuff. The initial explosion of a molasses storage tank and subsequent deluge killed 21 Bostonians and injured 150, not to mention uncounted horses.

molasses flood

high tidal wave of sticky brown molasses. A horrible way to go: One minute you're loitering on a North End Boston street at lunchtime, enjoying an unseasonably warm day, and the next you're caught in a 40-ft.













Molasses flood