Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — Clyde Singer

Screenshot of Vindicator art critic Clyde Singer via Google News Archive, September 12, 1971.

This is how I saw Clyde Singer when I was growing up in Youngstown. He wrote articles about new art shows at the Butler. I noticed them but cannot say I paid much attention. What I did not realize was his role at the Butler nor his body of work as a celebrated American artist. In researching him online, I discovered that one of his paintings, “On 14th Street” was sold by Christie’s for $50,000 on October 27, 2020.

Singer was a native Ohioan, born in 1908 in Malvern, Ohio, a small village in Carroll County, about 15 miles southeast of Canton. He was an artist from childhood, and much of his early art captured scenes and people from everyday life around Malvern. After high school, he worked for a time as a sign painter and then went to art school in Columbus before returning to Malvern. In 1933, he won a scholarship to the Art Students League in New York, where his teachers included John Steuert Curry, Thomas Hart Benton, Kenneth Hayes Miller, and Ivan Olinsky.

His style was characterized as Social Realist. While in New York, he painted in some of the same places famous painters of his time like George Bellow and John Sloan, including McSorley’s Saloon. But when he finished his studies, he returned to Ohio with $1.10 in his pocket. Soon, though, he received $500 for a large canvas exhibited at the Chicago Art Institute in 1935. Other exhibitions followed, but a steady income can be elusive for an artist.

In 1940, Joseph Butler III offered him a job. He was able to marry Bernice Shimp, an art student in 1941. Apart from war service from 1942 to 1945, he worked at the Butler until his death in 1999. He rose to the position of associate director. He also took on the work of writing articles for the Vindicator introducing new art shows at the Butler. He contributed a column every week.

He kept painting. He loved painting the blue-collar workers of Youngstown and the scenes of their lives. In all, he painted over 3,000 paintings, many in his basement studio in his home in Boardman. The Butler owns about 75 of them. He helped the Butler acquire a number of important works in its collection. He taught art classes at the Butler. And he made yearly trips to New York.

The advent of Abstract Art spelled the end of Social Realism and Regionalism in the art world. He tried his hand at this, sold some, but returned to what he loved because of his passion to capture everyday American life. The basic character of his paintings, including his humor, did not change–only the clothes–miniskirts and hippies replaced earlier styles.

He lived simply. He didn’t drive, his clothes looked like gifts and hand-me-downs. He could hold his own with other Social Realists but when the Butler acquired a painting of Kenneth Hayes Miller, Lou Zona, Butler director describes what happened in these words:

“He came in one morning, and I said, ‘I want to show you something.’ Instead of another electrical failure or a hole in the roof, the kind of things you have to deal with in an old building, I walked him over to the Kenneth Hayes Miller painting. He looked at it and his eyes filled with tears. He said, ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’”

His reputation has only grown since his death in 1999, purchased by collectors around the country. He is contribution to the cultural life of Youngstown during his nearly 60 years in the city is immeasurable. By the same token, the city and its people contributed so much to his work. In 2008 PBS Western Reserve filmed the video above on the occasion of a joint exhibition at the Butler and the Canton Museum of Art. It is a wonderful tribute to this man who did so much for Youngstown while creating a body of work that makes him one of America’s great artists.

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Growing Up in Working Class Youngstown — The Vindicator

Vindy

One of the papers I delivered. Image scanned from Pages From History (c)1991, The Vindicator Printing Company.

Do you remember when everyone read the newspaper? When I was a paper carrier, almost every house on my two and a half block route took both daily and Sunday Vindicator, with a few exceptions. I don’t know what the paper reading habits were for all my customers but I know what they were in our house.

Dad was the one who looked at the news–the economy, the arms race with Russia, the war in Vietnam. He also liked the columns on Mill Creek Park written by Lindley Vickers, and for a time I kept a scrap book of these. My mom would read the society pages, the legal news (who was getting married and divorced was of special interest) the obits, and both of our moms would work the crosswords and read Heloise’s hints and Ann Landers. When I was young, I would try to get to the paper before mom to read my favorite comics, which were on the same page then as the crosswords. When I was older I read the sports page, particularly during the period that I was an avid baseball fan when I would follow not only the standings but batting averages, ERAs, and more.

Like the steel industry, the Vindicator has its own unions. And there have been strikes. The one I remember was in 1964 and lasted eight months. Striking workers published their own paper, The Steel Valley Times during this strike. There was also a more recent strike in 2004, also resulting in a striker-published paper, The Valley Voice.

I carried the Vindicator for several years, from 1967 to 1970. I delivered papers headlining the assassination of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy and the news of the first men to land on the moon. I followed the news of the Vietnam war, hoping it would end before it would be my turn to be drafted. Walking up Oakwood hill to my route, I read of the deaths of rock icon Jimi Hendrix, and Hollywood bombshell Jayne Mansfield.

Later on, when I started dating, my favorite section became the theater section as my friends and I decided on which movies to go see each weekend. After college graduation my interactions with the Vindicator decreased. Our engagement and wedding were announced in the Society section. And we had the sad duties of writing our parents obituaries, the last of these in 2012.

So much of today’s news media is extremely partisan. Editorially, the Vindicator reflected its somewhat conservative ownership by the Maag family. But this did not seem to influence the news coverage, which by today’s standards seemed far more neutral and even-handed.

I think for many of us, our perspective growing up didn’t extend much beyond the Mahoning Valley. The Vindicator reminded us of the bigger world out there, and if we would listen, the movements and trends in trade and manufacturing that would shape the Valley. I still follow stories in the Vindy via my Twitter account. A part of me will always be in the Mahoning Valley. I’m glad the Vindicator is still going strong.

What are some of your memories of the Vindicator?

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