The Barnstorming Years
When the war ended and the surplus planes were sold off by the hundreds,
Les Mauldin joined a restless fraternity of young pilots who believed the sky
was no longer a battlefield but a stage. Barnstorming was not a career in the
formal sense—it was motion, risk, improvisation, and nerve. And Mauldin took to
it naturally.
He flew where there were no airports yet, only pastureland and curiosity.
Fields outside towns became runways for a day. Word spread by handbills and
newspaper notices: Flying Circus Coming. By afternoon, crowds
gathered—farmers, children, shopkeepers—watching biplanes rise where no machine
had ever lifted before.
Mauldin flew as part of traveling troupes—sometimes under his own name,
sometimes folded into larger outfits like the Kindred Flying Circus—and
performed the full repertoire of the era’s aerial daring. Formation flying,
looping maneuvers, and precision landings were routine. What drew crowds,
though, were the stunts that seemed to flirt openly with disaster: wing
walking, rope ladder climbs, parachute drops from thousands of feet, and
dead-motor landings that ended in silence broken only by applause.
These were not polished shows. Engines failed. Weather shifted without
warning. Repairs were done in barns, sheds, or open fields, with tools carried
in cars and pockets. Pilots doubled as mechanics, promoters, and sometimes
ticket takers. Mauldin learned every inch of his aircraft—not from manuals, but
from necessity.
1924 0707 Kindred Flying Circus - Murphysboro Daily Independent
The barnstorming circuit carried him across the Midwest and
South—Illinois, Missouri, Texas—following county fairs, Armistice Day
celebrations, and town anniversaries. Each stop added to his reputation as a
steady hand and reliable flyer, someone who could be trusted when the motor cut
or the wind turned strange.
But barnstorming was also a young man’s life: long roads, roadside
hotels, temporary friendships, and the sense that the horizon was always
calling. Over time, Mauldin began to move beyond short exhibition hops and
toward longer routes and more complex operations. He flew into
Mexico—Monterrey, Torreón, Lerdo—where aviation was still raw and full of
possibility. There, his skills found new purpose: not just spectacle, but
transportation, instruction, and mechanical expertise.
Those journeys carried him farther still, southward into Central America
and beyond—Panama, Venezuela—where hangars replaced barns and airlines began to
take shape from the same men who once sold rides for a dollar. The discipline
learned in barnstorming—the ability to adapt, repair, judge risk, and fly by
instinct—translated directly into this next phase of aviation.
Eventually, Mauldin’s path bent back north, settling at last in Brownsville,
a place where borders met, winds were steady, and aviation was becoming
permanent rather than passing. There, he carried with him everything the
barnstorming years had taught him. What had begun as daring entertainment
matured into legacy.
He arrived not just as a pilot, but as someone who had lived the early sky—who had known aviation when it was still personal, dangerous, and built one landing at a time.
Publication in the works!
photos from the Les Mauldin Aviation Collection
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