Does anybody remember the Burma-Shave road signs when traveling cross-country in the 1950’s?(Reportedly, across the U.S from 1925-1963). Every year (either Christmas, or summer vacation) my Dad and Mom would put me and my older brother in the car and we would travel from Michigan back to Texas to visit all of our relatives. Always a grand adventure of the first order for us kids.
It was just my brother and I the first time. Then were added another sister, then another brother, then my “baby” sister. While traveling, every so often my brother and I would spot the Burma-Shave signs. These were several individual, but connecting messages, signs stretched apart along the side of the road, in series, with witty individual message portions on each separate sign, till you got to the end summing up the completed thought. The final sign would simply say “Burma-Shave.” My bother and I had a game of seeing which of us could spot the first of the next series as we traveled the trip.
Which, at that time, was a three day, long distance, travel-by-car road trip. Meals in restaurants, nights in motels, all in different states. A kid’s time in a piece of HEAVEN! At the end of the trip was TEXAS, and home. And relatives that treated us like long-lost royalty. No kidding. It was FUN! With great extended family! Grandma, Grandpa, aunts, uncles. And cousins! As wild as we could be when we kids all got together. Memories of God’s goodness as early as I can remember. -g.w.
Anyway, scroll from top to bottom of this post page. It’s representative of what they were like. Memory lane for me. (I don’t read comic books anymore, I amuse myself from God’s good Word and memory of His presence from my own childhood. 😊 ) Hope you enjoy. (By artistic license I used coffee mugs instead of road signs. 😉 )
(Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Php. 4: 8)