Category: Mail Pouch Tobacco

The Uncovered Mail Pouch Ad of Carnegie, Pa.

The Uncovered Mail Pouch Ad of Carnegie, Pa.

This afternoon while cleaning up some of the bookmarks on my computer, I re-read a story from 2008 that I’d saved from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette: Demolition uncovers Mail Pouch ad. When I looked at the image in the article, I immediately thought, “heyyyyyy, I know that mural.”

image from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

The first time that I read the post I must’ve tucked the address in my GPS for safe keeping. That’s my assumption anyway because I visited the ad while on a ramble around Pennsylvania during the summer of 2015. It’s nice to know that someone cared enough about the ad to allow it to remain. I hope they have enough love in ’em to give it a once over every few years.

Isn’t it funny how you can become intimately familiar with something like these ads, barns or muffler men? You get to the point where you know where some of them are by sight or in the case of the muffler man, you might know their “name.” I guess this all goes back to that weird hierarchy of importance we assign to things. Why can’t I use this power for something useful like… making money? 😕

Carnegie, Pa. –  Mail Pouch Mural – Google Streetview

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Would I Know Where I Was? Maybe.

Would I Know Where I Was? Maybe.

Because I had all the time in the world, or so it seemed, I took my time riding through Pennsylvania’s rolling hills. Whenever I’m in Pa., something about the little towns and the farms lets me know that I’m in the Keystone state.

somewhere near Slatington, Pa.

I suppose it could be a trick of the mind because I actually do know where I am. But I feel like there is something more, some cues that are picked up maybe on a subconscious level. If someone dropped me off blindfolded in the middle of downtown Slatington – when I took the blindfold off would I know what state I was in? I think so. Can the same be said for the backroads? Tougher for sure, but… maybe?

There are all sorts of clues that we receive each day that go largely ignored. But every once in a while our minds wake up.

Mail Pouch Barn – New Tripoli, Pa.

This Mail Pouch barn is inside Ontelaunee Park in New Tripoli, Pa. The barn itself was moved from down the road in to the park’s Pioneer Village. There, it was restored and given a spiffy Mail Pouch paint job.

somewhere near Slatington, Pa.

Some things you know for sure. I knew it was a beautiful day and the road was calling my name.

Roadside Snaps: Mail Pouch Tobacco Barns and Signs

Roadside Snaps: Mail Pouch Tobacco Barns and Signs

The “favorites” list in my GPS is sprinkled with all sorts of places and things that I might stop at as I’m passing through an area. I often pull up the screen and just let it stay in view. When something in the list is a short distance away, I’ll navigate to it. One of the reoccurring themes in the waypoint list is Mail Pouch Tobacco signs and barns.

This wall ad was one of the points I’d saved in my GPS. Because I didn’t actually save a description of what the stop was, the title was something vague like : MP-12-1X, I knew it was Mail Pouch related, but didn’t know what I would find when I reached the point.

I’m glad I took the chance to see it, what a beauty. I don’t think I’ve seen one of their ads with the “Anit-Nervous Diyspeptic” [sic] line before.

Carnegie, Pa
40.409342, -80.083880
Fuzzygalore mailpouch tobacco photo

While making my way across the Ohio River through the town of East Liverpool, the lady in the box directed me to swing down a not-so nice alley that spit me out on to Dresden Avenue.

The street had that look of a town that was long past its prime. Towns near railroad lines, rivers or other transportation centers and have brick building-lined streets are often good places to spot fading wall ads.

There seems to be some key to the town having been well-used around the turn of the 20th century. When you pull in to one, you just “know” that there will be an old, faded advertisement on some building, somewhere.

The lady in the box must’ve known something I didn’t because she deposited me by this faded Mail Pouch ad:

East Liverpool, Ohio
40.621712, -80.579815

Fuzzygalore mailpouch tobacco photo liverpool ohio

And just a few hundred yards, past that Mail Pouch fade, was this Bloch Brothers Mail Pouch ad. A nice bonus.

East Liverpool, Ohio
40.620800, -80.579603

Fuzzygalore mail pouch tobacco photo liverpool ohio

When you set out to find something specific, sure it is it’s own reward but stumbling across something unexpected is a bright spot in your day. That was the case with this Mail Pouch barn. Unfortunately, I don’t recall which town this barn was in but I know I found it after visiting the Madonna of the Trail in Beallsville, Pa. I *think* it was also along US 40.

Fuzzygalore mailpouch tobacco photo

Just southwest of Bedford, Pa – home of the Big Coffee Pot that I love so much, I had this barn’s coordinated tucked in to my favorites list.

Manns Choice, Pa
40.01733, -78.58066

Fuzzygalore mailpouch tobacco photo bedford pa

Wouldn’t you know it? I found an open parking space in the town of Bedford directly across from this Bull Durham fade on the building at 116 W Pitt St. It’s just east of Dunkle’s Gulf.

Bedford, PA
40.018964, -78.504542

Fuzzygalore mailpouch tobacco photo bedford pa

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Road Tripping: The Dreaded Sting of Flatness

Road Tripping: The Dreaded Sting of Flatness

It was just about dinner time and we’d been out riding all day. Kenny and I were just finishing up our last pitstop, taking a picture of a Mail Pouch barn at the edge of the town of Romney, West Virginia. As I pulled out onto the roadway after Kenny I noticed his rear tire looked soft. I buzzed in on the Sena and said the dreaded words – ‘looks like you’re going flat.’

mail pouch barn route 50 near romney west virginia

We pulled over on the side of the road near the mouth of someone’s driveway. Kenny put his Tiger up on the center stand and spun the rear wheel ’round. A nail. Damn.

Out came the Tire Plugger and the Slime compressor. Those 2 items are worth their weight in gold. They’re quick and easy and can get you back on your way in 10 minutes. When I think about all of the years I rode around without them, I realize just how lucky I was to not have needed them. Really lucky.

kenny finishes plugging his tire

I’m not shilling for anyone, just passing along what we keep on hand in our sidebags. They’ve served us well:

As an aside – if there is someone obviously doing repairs on the side of the road and there is no oncoming traffic, it’s okay to give them a little space and move your car towards the center line. :-p

Road Tripping: West Virginia Mail Pouch Barns

Road Tripping: West Virginia Mail Pouch Barns

While we were in West Virginia, you can bet your boots that I had jotted down a few Mail Pouch barns that were in the general vicinity. West Virginia is the home of Mail Pouch Tobacco after all. As a matter of fact there were several barns right on Route 50, which is the main artery into where we were staying in Romney.

Knowing my penchant for the ole barn paintings, Kathy even incorporated a stop at one into our ride:

mail pouch tobacco barn

I know that these paintings are often on “work” buildings.  And so, I can’t expect farmers to invest a lot in to the care of the murals but all the same, I feel sad when a sign is at the tail end of its life.

This little shed was along Route 50 about 10 miles east of the Koolwink Motel. I don’t recall ever seeing the phrase “Regular or Sweet” painted on any of the barns I’ve visited before. It’s usually “Treat Yourself to the Best.”
mail pouch barn route 50 west virginia

A nice 2 sided barn, also on Route 50 east of Romney:

mail pouch barn east of romney

This was one of those situations where I felt weird about walking on to someone’s property. It’s tempting but I generally keep my distance.

mail pouch barn route 50

Following Route 50 about 10 miles west of Romney there were 2 more barns. The first one, nearly falling down, was in a precarious spot that didn’t allow me any space to pull off to take a picture so I just kept going. The second one, a mile further on was a nice 3-sided number in a lovely farm setting:
3 sided mail pouch barn near romney

Seeing the barn tucked in amongst the farm gates, rustic fencing and a dirt road leading up into a rolling hill was the perfect end to a great day of riding.

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