Stained Glass and Clyde Barrow

1 day at Autumn of 1967 some buddies and I, sophomores in North Texas State University, adjourned into the Campus Theater on the courthouse square in Denton, Texas, to See the then-new Hollywood film ‘Bonnie and Clyde’. That small but quite common opus had its world premier there a couple of days earlier, was filmed in small towns around Denton and Dallas Counties where a lot of the buildings housing the banks ravaged from the first Bonnie and Clyde are still standing. The film itself was a somewhat narrow period style show, and Warren Beatty nor Faye Dunaway were particularly persuasive since the 1930s-era desperadoes Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker. The movie’s glamorizing and romanticizing of those outlaw manners of Barrow and Parker kind of complimented the rebellious ‘hippie’ counter-culture ideas fashionable among a great deal of late ’60s American bourgeois faculty children.

The next weekend, while visiting my parents at Dallas, I said having gone to watch ‘Bonnie and Clyde.’ I responded. Some years after, 1 thing having contributed to another and yet another, I got into the base of the very surprising addition to my first experience of the infamous neighborhood group.

Sometime during the 1980s I arrived to discover, after a bit casual, interesting research in the Dallas Public Library, the real narrative of the Barrow gang is, as is normally true, a lot more interesting and complicated compared to the popular myth. To be certain, the sociological undercurrents of the true story are appropriately considered significant history. 1 chapter in this electrical recounting of the violent encounters of a variety of those members of Barrow’s Lake Dallas Gang informs of Barrow after being discharged by one of his stints in prison. Having decided to attempt going more or less directly, he set out to locate employment, hitchhiking and bussing from Texas to Massachusetts.

A couple of years ago, during one of my visits with the owner of Molloy Glass and Mirror, a tiny store on Floyd Street in Dallas, also among the oldest companies still in operation at Dallas, I had been amazed to learn from him for several years Dallas was a little hotbed of art glass production to churches, industrial buildings and houses. He fished a circa Nineteen-teens Dallas phone directory also showed me that the firm having the most advertisements from the directory has been Dallas Art Glass Company, together with roughly 100 workers.

At least two¬†Vitrail Montreal art glass stores aside from Molloy’s were situated on Floyd Street and the adjoining Swiss Avenue through the Great Depression. One was that the United Glass and Mirror Company. Following Clyde Barrow returned in the North, he had been hired by that company for a delivery driver. Apparently he had been well-known. He had saunter around to Molloy’s and hang out with all the workers there, so I’m told. But in the point in Dallas, cases of criminal mischief will deliver the local constabulary outside to round up the typical suspects. Clyde’s being in this class intended squad cars in the road facing United Glass and Mirror. After a couple of episodes of the consequent negative publicity, United chose to allow Barrow go. This was the last time that the frustrated and short-fused Barrow gave some thought to legitimate employment.

The art glass firms in Dallas employed quite a few immigrant artisans, many of whom were either Czech or German. Following my grandfather immigrated to the USA from Prague, Czechoslovakia in 1913, he worked in many of stained glass stores around Texas till he had been able to devote whole time to his studio afterwards. It would not have been uncommon for those kids to have been in their dad’s areas of employment, two of which were United Glass and Mirror and Molloy Glass and Mirror, in which they would have probably come into contact with the overly distressed, hardened, desired killer Clyde Barrow.

The present-day post-modern, cosmopolitan foreign crossroads called Dallas, Texas has retained a little its former towniness. One experiences familiar areas, frequently unchanged from yesteryear, in older regions of the city. The building which was formerly the filling station/snack pub that Barrow’s dad, with whom Barrow was quite near, constructed facing the tiny frame house he’d constructed earlier, stands Singleton Avenue from the West Dallas area. The tiny duplex facing that Barrow shot and mortally wounded a sheriff’s deputy remains nearby on North Winnetka Avenue. The home where Bonnie Parker dwelt with her mum is about Douglass Street just south of Wycliff Avenue, near Maple Avenue. Along with the building that housed a caf√© in which Parker was a favorite waitress before she fulfilled Barrow now houses a grinding store, close to the Baylor Hospital complex in Old East Dallas, a couple blocks out of these art glass stores on Floyd Street and Swiss Avenue, along with a simple and pleasant bicycle ride in the seat where I sit.