Comments on: Black Maria/Paddy wagon

By: Dennis

Dennis — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 20:43:38 +0000

My father used to use this term when describing the RCMP prisoner panel trucks of the 40′s and 50′s in Prince George BC Canada. There were many beer parlour fights in those days in what was a rather wild frontier town full of loggers and ranchers in those days. I think he may have had a few rides in the Maria himself! I have seen it spelled with h at the end “mariah” to make it easier to pronounce. For some reason the word paddy wagon was used for a vehicle used to pick up mental patients as it was padded inside to prevent people from injuring themselves. Also interesting is the use of the word goal to describe a jail, as the term the prisoner was sentenced to 30 days in goal was used in newspaper reporting up into the 1980′s.
The term beer parlour was common also, with its separate ladies and escorts signage above the door ways. They only served beer in those days, and to get hard drinks you had to go to the lounge.

By: mrsfontes

mrsfontes — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 22:47:57 +0000

What about the idea that “maria” is the plural for the Latin “mare” or “female horse.” A black wagon pulled by horses . . .

By: juancho

juancho — Fri, 25 Feb 2011 04:49:34 +0000

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

By: Brenda Humphrey

Brenda Humphrey — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 01:59:58 +0000

My mother often referred to her father’s paddy wagon as the Black Maria. He was town marshall of a small town in
Indiana during the depression.

By: Jon Butterfield

Jon Butterfield — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 01:19:12 +0000

My mother was taken to the hospital in a ‘Black Maria’ January 1944 in Chicago. Snow had totally crippled the city and she of course she went into labor with her first baby, the only moving thing in the whole city was the heroic policeman that got that big black panel truck through all that terrible weather to my mom, then, through the blizzard safely to the hospital where my oldest sister was born. My mom is 87 now and say’s she can still see the rough gentle faces of those men.

By: Topi Linkala

Topi Linkala — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 13:37:12 +0000

How come ‘Black Maria’ is americanism as we here in Finland call our paddy wagons with the name ‘Musta Maija’. ‘Musta’ is finnish for ‘black’ and Maija is finnishization of Maria. Finnish paddy wagons have never been black, they’ve always been dark blue with white markings.

Our ethymological dictionary puts its ethymology as translation on swedish term which originates as a translation on a dutch term.

By: IOANNIS STATHAKOPOULOS

IOANNIS STATHAKOPOULOS — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:44:25 +0000

I HAD ALWAYS HEARD OF THE TERM
BLACK MARIA AS MEANING A HEARSE,
WHICH WERE TRADITIONALLY ALWAYS BLACK,
EVEN IN THE OLD WEST, THE HORSE OR MULE DRAWN ONES.
TODAY IT SEEMS WHITE IS THE PREFERRED STANDARD COLOR.
,,,,, HENCE THE EXPRESSION
“THAT’S A HEARSE (HORSE) OF A DIFFERENT COLOR”.

By: Mike Maddux

Mike Maddux — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 09:17:08 +0000

Yours is a quote for all times:

“It’s like having a little person living inside my computer deciding whether people, places and things are famous enough to pass muster. The rest of the time, of course, the machine is as stupid as a toaster.”

“…the machine is as stupid as a toaster.”

I think it neatly replaces the very old adage: “The only real use for a computer is to tie a rope on it and use it as an anchor.”

Nice turn of the phrase, writer.

It reminds us to always respect the tool as just what it is. Like a hammer or a screwdriver or a toaster it will not last forever, it is useful in VERY specific instances and is usually (at a cost)replaceable.

Tool. Tool. Tool. Nothing more.

Data is something else, of course, but is even more ephemeral than hardware. Data simply equals money, and as the financial system keeps reminding us money is quite ephemeral.

Just a thought.

Sincerely yours,
Mike Maddux

P.S. Best to you all… English is the greatest language in the world simply because we are not afraid to borrow and we eschew rigor. Probably goes with our democracy. Ain’t we the cat’s meow.