 | If you can remember traveling in your dad's car before 1964, you probably remember the ubiquitous Burma-Shave jingles that dotted the roadside. Five to six red signs, one spaced after the other such that everyone had plenty of time to read the rhyme. |
According my internet research, the jingles started in 1926 and the signs were removed in 1963 when the company was sold to Philip Morris. Burma-Shave and its signs were victims of the times - electric razors and interstate highways.
Anyway, our road trip this summer will be spent mainly in one place as we get a chance to be grandmom and grandpop with our daughter's new twins. So, since travel photos will be less than frequent, I thought it might be fun to take a quick trip back in time and resurrect the grand old Burma-Shave jingles. I'll post a new one each week along with the weekly photo.
There will still be occasional posts, but there will definitely be a weekly photo and a new Burma-Shave verse every Monday. We'll start with the one you see at the right. This first one comes direct from my memory as it was along Highway 213 in Maryland, a few miles below Chesapeake City. We would see it every time we drove down to our summer cottage.
So close your eyes and pretend. It's the 1950s, and everyone is squeezed in the family Buick for the annual road trip. It's July and it's hot, all the windows are down, and the highhway is busy. Suddenly the familiar red signs pop up along the side of the road. Dad reads each one out loud, one-after-the-other, and the whole family gets a good chuckle just when one is needed. You could always depend on Burma-Shave. That's the way it was. Enjoy the trip!
Anyway, our road trip this summer will be spent mainly in one place as we get a chance to be grandmom and grandpop with our daughter's new twins. So, since travel photos will be less than frequent, I thought it might be fun to take a quick trip back in time and resurrect the grand old Burma-Shave jingles. I'll post a new one each week along with the weekly photo.
There will still be occasional posts, but there will definitely be a weekly photo and a new Burma-Shave verse every Monday. We'll start with the one you see at the right. This first one comes direct from my memory as it was along Highway 213 in Maryland, a few miles below Chesapeake City. We would see it every time we drove down to our summer cottage.
So close your eyes and pretend. It's the 1950s, and everyone is squeezed in the family Buick for the annual road trip. It's July and it's hot, all the windows are down, and the highhway is busy. Suddenly the familiar red signs pop up along the side of the road. Dad reads each one out loud, one-after-the-other, and the whole family gets a good chuckle just when one is needed. You could always depend on Burma-Shave. That's the way it was. Enjoy the trip!
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