I can remember in 1944 when my father was showing me the National Geographic story on the eruption of Paracutin in a Mexican cornfield. I was just tall enough to see the pictures as the magazine lay on the kitchen table. I have been a volcano junkie ever since. There was also a great article on mosquitos. I recently found an old copy. It was just as I remembered it. Sixty years ago I went to summer school in Mexico. Tried to climb Mt. Popocatepetl, but ice and no rope to use prevented us climbing the last 300 feet. Actually it was not a climb, it was a long steep hike like up a snow covered sand dune. Also traveled in an area called “mil cumbres”, a thousand peaks. Apparently those cornfield type eruptions are a regular thing. Geological time regular, not human time.
I remember reading a kid's book about Paracutin during elementary school. Just when a geothermal energy plant was going to be built, the eruption stopped. The family where the mountain sprouted without warning still lives nearby last I knew.