Clyde and Buck

On the bus tour I previously mentioned, we got the chance to go into some normally-closed areas around town. This is one of them, the final resting place of Buck and Clyde Barrow. (Update – Here’s the location on Google maps).

As you can see, the graveyard sits right off of a busy road, I was completely surprised to find out that these two were there. It’s a busy road in a part of town that still feels a bit wild and lawless, and most of all forgotten. Dallas is notorious for demolishing the old to make way for the new, regardless of the history or value of that old.

If you’re not familiar with Buck, he was Clyde’s older brother who was killed in a firefight nearly a year before Bonnie and Clyde were killed in their ambush. Buck had been in jail for much of his younger brother’s run, and was paroled in March of 1933. He reunited with his wife, Blanche, and then was paid a visit from his younger brother.

According to Blanche, Buck reluctantly agreed to go with Clyde because he thought he could keep him under control or out of trouble. The infamous pictures of Bonnie smoking the cigar and holding the guns was taken during the first couple of weeks the two couples were together, having a great time living in Joplin Missouri.

Of course, the law caught up with them there, and then again a few months later. Blanche was blinded for life in one eye in the shootout that killed her husband. She served several years in prison, and commented that the Barrow family never reached out to her.

Devil’s Back Porch

 

 

Last year I did a history/drinking on a bus tour of Dallas (although, sadly, I couldn’t partake, being pregnant). It hit a lot of random spots, and I believe the woman who led it leads private tours that highlight Bonnie and Clyde, if you’re ever in the area and interested. I’ll add a link to her as soon as I get a chance to go through my notes, to credit her.

Below is one of the pictures I took of an important part of the Bonnie and Clyde legend. Clyde actually was an amazing driver who had an almost photographic memory for maps and roads, so he really did outsmart the law all the time as far as escape routes and being able to out run them.

 

This bridge connected the main road through West Dallas, where both of their family’s were, to a toll road that no longer exists that went northwest, through to Grapevine, I believe. It wasn’t a popular road (which is why it didn’t get improved and modernized), and was a common route for them to come in and out of town without the long arm of the law noticing cars that didn’t belong in the area.

Fascinating stuff.