The title made me think of him, but I don't think he delivered them in a Model T.
back in the 1950's the local Fuller Brush man was good for a few visits to our house each year.
I've always wondered if the Fuller brush company had anything to do with the Fuller car company... Does anyone know?
There's a man that comes to our house every single day.
When papa comes home, the man goes away.
When papa goes to work, then mamma gets to play,
with the man that comes around when papa goes away.
The man that comes to our house comes to sell a brush,
he comes in a hurry and leaves in a rush,
every time that he's gone mamma's in a fret,
cause she didn't get everything she thought she ought to get.
Excellent catch John, but I prefer the Prairie Ramblers, (a.k.a. Sweet Violet Boys), version.
My wife and her cousin when small children thought that it was a catchy tune and played her aunts record so much the her aunt finally broke the record.
I had a (Jackson Mich) Fuller automobile. There was also a Fuller automobile built in Nebraska. As far as I ever found out, neither of them was related to Fuller Brush in any way.
My little Fuller Brush side note.
I was in math class when the announcement came over the intercom system that President Kennedy had been shot. Shortly after that, I was riding my bicycle home and saw the Fuller brush man walking from one house to the next. I told him that the president had been shot. He had not heard of it yet. But was wondering why every house he went to gave him a quick "Not now. Come back later", and then slammed the door. He said the behavior was very odd, now he understood why. He then went to our house and watched the TV with my mother and I for about a half hour.
The Fuller Brush man was like a neighborhood friend in those days.
Drive carefully, and enjoy, W2
About 1970 I got a Fuller Brush route. Interestingly, we promoted one product per month. I hardly ever sold the item being pushed, but some people wanted to look through the catelog as though they just wanted to buy something.
One interesting thing happened. In the area there were several apartment complexes and I found that if I went to the manager they would tell me to leave, so I made it a point to go to all the other apartments first. One evening, while on my route, I came to a two story house with a stairway going upstairs. I went upstairs first and knocked on the door. No one came to the door. Then as I was going down the stairs a man came out from the first floor and asked,"What are you doing coming down from my wife's bedroom?"
I told him I was the Fuller Brush Man and thought that was an apartment. Needless to say, I didn't sell anything at that house.
Dang Norm. Sounds like you were lucky to not get a rear end full of buckshot!
Coincidence, Wayne and Norm: I was selling Fuller Brush in La Mesa, Calif, when President Kennedy was shot. I was told by a customer, and went home to our Apt. . Wife and I went to a relative's later that day to be together with family, and the woman there was giddy that Kennedy was dead. I never forgave her...