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Burma-Shave ******************* * * * Driving Back * * * ******************* ( ) ******************* * * * In Time * * * ******************** ) ( ******************** * * * Dad Recalls * * * ********************* ( ) ************************ * With * * Weathered * * Grin * ************************ ) ( *********************** * Signs * * Of The * * Time * *********************** ( ) *********************** * * * Burma Shave ® * * * *********************** I asked my Dad what he did, on his long drive to California, as a kid. He tells me he read Burma-Shave Signs. Listening to his recollection, leaning in - I had never heard this before. He tells me they read like poetry. Six in a row, 100 feet apart, at 35 miles per hour, the kids and adults, too, had 3 seconds to read each one. The signs were red with white lettering. Each poem would end with a punch line, like a limerick. In 1925, journey for travelers was lightened up on Hwy 65 from Minneapolis to Albert Lee, whilst shaving cream was sold. I can just see those eyes attentive, the smiles as they looked and read out loud. From across time, I see my grandparents in front, the homemade trailer, behind, and three preteens, a toddler and baby, lumbering along in laid back days. In my childhood, we read the signs that lead to the border, between the Carolinas; we’d arrive at South of the Border. are we there yet; no need for a screen when a sign will do.

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Burma-Shave

Burma-Shave ******************* * * * Driving Back * * * ******************* ( ) ******************* * * * In Time * * * ******************** ) ( ******************** * * * Dad Recalls * * * ********************* ( ) ************************ * With * * Weathered * * Grin * ************************ ) ( *********************** * Signs * * Of The * * Time * *********************** ( ) *********************** * * * Burma Shave ® * * * *********************** I asked my Dad what he did, on his long drive to California, as a kid. He tells me he read Burma-Shave Signs. Listening to his recollection, leaning in - I had never heard this before. He tells me they read like poetry. Six in a row, 100 feet apart, at 35 miles per hour, the kids and adults, too, had 3 seconds to read each one. The signs were red with white lettering. Each poem would end with a punch line, like a limerick. In 1925, journey for travelers was lightened up on Hwy 65 from Minneapolis to Albert Lee, whilst shaving cream was sold. I can just see those eyes attentive, the smiles as they looked and read out loud. From across time, I see my grandparents in front, the homemade trailer, behind, and three preteens, a toddler and baby, lumbering along in laid back days. In my childhood, we read the signs that lead to the border, between the Carolinas; we’d arrive at South of the Border. are we there yet; no need for a screen when a sign will do.