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Mail Pouch ---> History ---> An Original Barn Painter ---> Narrative pg 4 |
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In more than 35 years, Maurice and his
crew painted 12,000 barns. Neither rain
nor snow nor ill-tempered barnyard beasts
could stay them from the swift completion
of their appointed rounds. Their signs
became one of the hallmarks of rural
America. "The old Model T Ford truck
chugging through a northeastern Ohio
snowstorm 58 years ago was quite a sight.
"Irish" Joe Fitzgerald, one of many
painting partners, would have been wearing
his five-buckle artics to stave off
frostbit, his "store bought" aluminum
teeth chattering in the cold," Zim
remembers. He worked through out the mid-west. "We
once worked in Maryland but we had to
abandon that because the signs were taxed
and we needed a license to operate. The
same was true in New Jersey and Kentucky."
Back in the 20's and 30's not only did he
paint the Mail Pouch sign on the side of
the barn but would even paint roof
markings for airplanes. "One summer I
wanted to save some money. I bought a
tent, and my wife, Lola, and I with two
babies "roughed it" like gypsies. During
our stay around Lehighton PA,, Lola canned
70 pints of blue berries while I worked,
quite a chore on a three burner stove. "I raiscd my family on Mail Pouch; one
son, Norman, three daughters, Jean, Maxine
and Pauline, and yet I don't smoke or chew
anything stronger than Wrigley's
spearmint," says Zim. Since a barn sign would remain in good
shape for only three years, Zim often
returned to a particular farm several
times during his career. Once on a return
trip the farmer had built a fence so close
to the barn that he had to paint three
fourths of the Mail Pouch sign through the
fence. One time a man asked me to paint a
sign on the side of his house. I later
found out that the man was a bootlegger
and this is how customers recognized his
house. The farmers and their families knew
him by name and with each visit they would
bring him up to date on the events of the
previous three years. He would be told how
the harvest had been, which son had gone
off to war, and what was going to be
planted in the next spring. He has
cherished each one of these
friendships. |
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