Burma Shave Summer

| 6/8/2015 9:10:00 AM

Renee-Lucie BenoitSummer is the time of travel for most people who have the leisure time or means. When I was young, we didn't travel muchm but when we did it was always a road trip. We all piled in the old Ford and as we got a block away my mom always forgot something and we'd go back. No kidding! This didn't make my dad happy but back we must go and then we were finally off. We were usually headed for my gramma's in Illinois or my other gramma's in Ohio. One special time we drove all the way to Los Angeles to visit my aunt and uncle. We used old route 66. It was just a highway then and there wasn't anything special about it.

We loved going on road trips. I still do to this day. In Illinois we would head over to our cousin's farm where we got to mess around in the yard and play under the gigantic elm trees doing whatever a child could dream up. We'd hop on the pony and ride pell mell through the corn fields. At night we'd have a big dinner under the shady trees and out would come all the amazing dishes that Illinois farmers can make. Twice cooked chicken, potato salad, baked beans, jello salad, coleslaw and miles of homemade pies. All washed down with homemade lemonade. All American and the best there is.

In Ohio there was boating on Mosquito Lake or roaming the deep dark creek bottom in the woods behind my aunt and uncle's house. There was also the huge barn to explore on Gramma's farm and the pond where frogs and crawdaddies lived submerged in the pond weeds. We youngsters could spend hours in the row boat waiting for a frog or crawdaddy to pop up its head. They always escaped but that didn't stop us from trying to catch them. There were also the land crab houses in the ditches by the roads. Little mud pillars. We didn't have a clue what was making them. We thought it all utterly fascinating.

One of the things we loved most about the drive was the excitement of coming upon the string of Burma Shave signs that eventually would appear.


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