I remember how much I enjoyed reading all the wonderful Burma Shave signs as they came up around the curves. The sayings were always so much fun, and I think I read them out loud, to everybody's delight. I also remember looking for cars with different state license tags on them and marking them off on a list. One of my favorite games was to try to keep up with the little creeks that the roads followed as they twisted and turned along the old goat paths of the back country trails that passed for highways.
As an only child, I had to find ways to amuse myself, as Mama always slept through the rides. If my Grandparents were along, they were usually asleep, too! And I couldn't bother Daddy. Well, I wasn't supposed to, anyway.
Just let me see a Stuckey sign and I would start in, telling him how many miles away it was, begging to stop there. Grandmother usually helped out on that campaign. We both loved Stuckeys, with all the souvenir shelves, and that wonderful praline candy. I can almost taste it now. And if we went through some little town and I saw a Dairy Queen, I would be clamboring for a dipped cone. I usually won that begging round, though, because I think Mama loved them as much as I did. LOL
Of course all these memories are from trips long before there was such a thing as car air conditioning. We would drive with all the windows down, the air rushing through, hair blowing all over the place. I had long hair back then, and it would get so matted and wild from the wind. Every time we stopped, there was this rush to get decent with the brushes madly combing through matted hair. Not much fun for a little girl.
I did have fun sticking my arm out the window and riding the airstream, though. I kinduv understand why dogs love to stick their heads out of car windows, Just putting my arm out was fun. Now I was never allowed to put it straight out, the way some people did, but it was OK to surf alond the windstream beside the car, dipping up and down in big swoops, and that was fun enough.
I whiled away many an hour, counting cows, watching creeks go by, hand surfing, watching for Burma Shave signs, and keeping a vigilant lookout for the billboards that would alert me to some interesting side trip or the beloved Stuckeys or Dairy Queen I could beg for.
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