Before there were interstate highways there were the byways. Byways meant entertainment for the children during the day because they would sleep at night. There were the Burma Shave signs!
There were many variations on the game but the first one to see a sign, would shout outas loud as they could. Then everyone in the car would repeat it even louder. There were interesting and funny words on the signs. As we got closer the ones who could read would tell everyone else. Usually the words were easy enough, but the stumbling on pronunciation would have us all screaming in laughter.
What energy was used. It woke us all up. The driver had only to concentrate on the road and his hearing. On one trip, we were aware that the game was over.
Naming cars on the road did not have the same appeal. The car had to be stocked with crayons and paper, cookies and blankies for the baby. The driver had to clear his throat a lot more.
We thought up games to play with the same shout and response the Burma Shave signs gave us. We were as enthusiastic as the Occupiers, who are compensating for lack of microphones. We do what works!
What is the point of this story? My blogs have hit the 1141 mark! It may be unethical to count the two stats together. I missed the rule on that. I had wanted to be on the computer when the goal was reached, but no, it was discovered after passing 1000.
The point,really, is that children grow, signs change and we reinvent our lives. We keep traveling down byways and interstates, keeping our eyes on the road. We may be singing or screaming but you will never know…
- Your Tax Dollars Are Hitting the (Side of the) Road (foxnews.com)
- “Free. Free. A Trip. To Mars. For 900. Empty Jars.” (neatorama.com)
- How Burma Shave sent Frenchie to Mars (boingboing.net)