Friday, May 11, 2007

50 State Ring-And-Run Crime Spree Continued: All The Way To The Virgin Islands

(Editor's Note: We're having our internet and phone service upgraded. I won't be able to answer my mail for a little while. I don't need the interruption right now, but what are you going to do?)
[Author's Note: there is no editor]

Here's the final installment of our Fifty State tour of American front doors. We've thrown in Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands too. Now you all know what's it's like to be a Fuller Brush Man.

South Carolina:
South Dakota:

Virgin Islands:
West Virginia:


Anonymous said...

My dad was a Fuller Brush Man. A real, honest-to-goodness, foot-in-the-door, hello-Mrs.-would-you-like-a-free-vegetable-brush, door-to-door Fuller Brush Man. I used to help him make deliveries on Saturday mornings; it's one of my favorite childhood memories. He made a living at it: helped all four kids through college, set aside money for retirement, and gave generously to the church and various charities.

Eventually, though, in the mid-70's, he had to give it up (nobody was home during the day anymore) and switch to the Industrial Sales Division.

But I liked it best when he was a door-to-door guy.

Just so you know.

sippican693 said...

Hi anonymous-
The Fuller Brush Man is from a long tradition of peddlars that would visit farm families. People forget how welcome such people were at most rural homes as there was no such thing as a department store for many people out in the landscape. The Sears catalog is another such thing whose importance to people without easy access to consumer goods is often overlooked.

People used to want what door to door salesman brought with them. It's considered a gross imposition now.