The death of Centralia

The death of Centralia

PostBy: Gary in Pennsylvania On: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:20 am

OK......My other thread - "What would America be if coal didn't burn" made it obvious that yes....I am still a little nerdy and not many other people ponder such hypotheticals.

But I cannot help it. I've suddenly become consumed by Anthracite coal history. ALL of it. I go off on research (internet) tangents looking, reading, wondering, and reflecting.

It wasn't until this year that I learned about Centralia. The story is amazing and how I've lived 33years and never really heard of it is beyond me.
Well, I was doing a Blog search for antracite coal and found this vivid story.

Read it for it's content, not the polital leanings.
This link is broken, either the page no longer exists or there is some other issue like a typo.

Here is the "no pictures" text:
One of my favorite themes in art is entropy: drawing, paintings, architecture, and photography. I find beauty in the concept that time and decay are inseparable, and for some strange reason I just like seeing what time does to all the things in this world.
This means I was the kid in high school who, in photography class, took really lame pictures of crap like tattered vinyl chairs in abandoned warehouses. Then, cooped up in my bedroom that smelled of socks and Marlboro Lights, I would look at my photographs while listening to Metallica and wondering why more girls (read: any girls) didn't want to sleep with me. You'll be relieved to know I did grow out of that phase, mainly because I figured out why girls didn't want to sleep with me. I'm a freakin' ogre, that's why.
Of course, entropy touches more than just vinyl chairs, and on much bigger scales, too.
One could argue that the town of Centralia, Pennsylvania wasn't so much the victim of entropy as it was the victim of a terrible accident that just took several decades to reach its conclusion. Decay happens naturally and isn't sparked by human intervention. Centralia was set on fire, in a manner of speaking. Somewhere out there is the guy who started that fire. And he must feel like a real loser.
By the 1960's, Centralia had become quite a happenin' little coal miner's town, like a lot of those in the hills of Pennsylvania. It had a general store, a nickelodeon, some nice Catholic schools (with seven churches to match), and more than a few saloons — twenty-seven to be exact — but even an idyllic little town produces its fair share of trash. By 1962 the glorious, patriotic heap of red-blooded American garbage in the town's dump started to offend the olfactory palate of even the hardiest townsfolk. Someone devised what was arguably the best solution at the time - to burn the heap of trash to the ground and have the volunteer fire brigade hose down whatever was left. This was before us liberals invented "the environment," so it was perfectly acceptable at the time.
The ingenious Centralians, never ones to waste, turned an anthracite coal strip mine (an above ground mine, what we commonly think of as a "quarry") into the garbage dump in question after it had exhausted the mine's capacity - or so they thought.
The good news is that they did get rid of all that nasty trash. It was a pyrrhic victory, however. The conflagration ignited a vein of coal. That coal vein led to the mines that we more often associate with mining - the underground ones.
Simply put, it has been burning ever since.
It burned, in fact, for nearly two decades without terribly remarkable consequence. There were occasional, sporadic complaints of carbon monoxide poisoning from some of the residents, but nothing more. Despite the fact that it seemed to manifest itself very little in the lives of Centralians, local firefighters made constant efforts to stop the fire. They flooded the mines and sealed them. They dug up the burning coal and replaced it with earth. And they prayed their asses off at those seven churches.
At some point in the 1970's, legend has it that a gas station owner dropped a dipstick into an underground gasoline tank to check the level. He noticed it felt warm when he retrieved it, so he dropped a thermometer in next. His gasoline was a balmy 180 degrees Fahrenheit.
The term you're looking for is, "Oh *censored*."
That was generally considered the beginning of the end. The ground began to rend. If you were lucky, it would just split a street in half and spew noxious gas and smoke. Sometimes it would open its maw in the woods and the temperatures would kill the vegetation, dry it out, and set it on fire. If you weren't so lucky, it would just split your house or business in half.

The townsfolk held out hope that the fire would be extinguished. "Bah!" old miners would cackle to each other in one of the remaining saloons, seated on either side of a smoking chasm. "You call this a smoking chasm? When I was growing up, we used to play stickball in chasms smokier than this! Deeper too!"
Soon thereafter, the ground nearly swallowed up 12-year old Todd Domboski. He was out playing, most likely stickball, when the ground beneath his feet just sorta, well, opened up. The hole beneath him was 80 feet deep and, by all accounts, hot and smoldering. He deftly clung to some tree roots and clumps of earth and was promptly pulled to safety. He later recounted his first reaction was that he was being sucked into Hell, as Father Patrick had warned him about, for having "impure thoughts."
Some fled the rapidly (and literally) crumbling town, but most held out. By 1983 various authorities had spent more than $40 million to battle the subterranean blaze to no avail. Congress had a better idea in 1984. They allocated another $42 million to Centralia, but not to fight the fire; rather, to relocate its victims.
And so the great exodus began. The population rapidly declined. Homes and businesses split in half, collapsed, burned, or all three. Roads became impassable and superheated cracks in the ground made the landscape look more and more like Sodom. Or Gomorrah.

Then in 1992 the state of Pennsylvania invoked the power of eminent domain. It dissolved the town and ordered all of the former town's buildings condemned. Many residents, now squatters in their own homes, continued their strangely admirable and altogether obstinate defense to continue their lives there. By 2002 the United States Postal Service had cruelly revoked Centralia's beloved zip code, 17927. Fate and flame, it seemed, weren't the only forces determined to wipe Centralia off the Map.
Sadly, there's not much left to tell of the story. Centralia is destined to go out with a whimper. According to the 2000 census, 21 people still lived in the town, and that number is surely smaller today. The state actively demolishes the condemned houses of each resident that leaves, ensuring no one could reassume their perch.
Geologists estimate the fire will continue for another 250 years.
I find the Centralia story fascinating and I've been trying to pinpoint exactly why. Humanity is no stranger to seeing its settlements and habitations obliterated by nature. There are dozens of examples that we can all cite without hesitation, but three things almost always characterize those catastrophes.
First, the circumstances are almost always swift and brutal, as in earthquakes, hurricanes, or wildfires. Second, there's always something substantial left behind, even if it's pretty beaten up. You could stand in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, look around, and still tell you're in New Orleans. Third, these places can come back. San Francisco is back to normal after the 1989 Loma Prietta quake. Indonesia, even after the mind-shearing devastation of the tsunami a couple of years ago, is still there, and Indonesians are getting on with life.
Centralia, however died a slow death. There's nearly — and soon to be exactly — nothing left. And it's not coming back. What a wretched fate.
Gary in Pennsylvania

PostBy: barley master On: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:18 pm

i grew up next to centrailia. went to school with some people there and im still in contact with some of the ones that left. i remember as a teenager it (mine fire ) was no big deal. there was a mine fire just east of mt carmel at the same time when i was in my early teens. it was funny because the people that were contracted to put it out was doing a good job digging it out until they found coal. then they removed all of the coal which didnt seem to be burning as i remember it. we used to sit on top of the bank many a day during the summer smoking cigarettes watching them. after the coal was removed they went back digging up the fire. now there are ball feilds there.
barley master

PostBy: WNY On: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:10 am

Those not familiar with Centrilia, here is a good website of photos...
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PostBy: Gary in Pennsylvania On: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:37 am

Gary in Pennsylvania

PostBy: Richard S. On: Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:00 pm

barley master wrote: then they removed all of the coal which didnt seem to be burning as i remember it.

Correct, from my understanding it's the rock/boney around the coal that burns. Coal won't burn cause there is no air but the porous rock will... or something like that. :?
Richard S.
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