In keeping with the wormy theme of last Monday's post, The Western Kingbird Adventure, I offer this poem about a favorite summer night activity children enjoyed back in the 1950s.
You were a nightcrawler hunter too. OMG! Nightcrawlers. I just remembered that word for what they were called. Oh and the signs along the highway were sometimes real kickers. One portrayed a sexy little crawlers with big eyes and long eyelashes, hold a Mae West pose.
Yeah, I was such a tomboy, Sue. I loved stuff like that. I don’t remember the Mae West type signs, but I wouldn’t be surprised, considering I remember seeing those hysterical Burma Shave signs along the road as a child!
Some aesthetic appreciation calls for a little time, but I can definitely see the charm in this treasure hunt! Super, Sue!
Boy did you conjure up some long lost childhood memories, Sue! Wow, it's been decades since I've thought about those night time searches!
Thanks for the grins and memories!
You were a nightcrawler hunter too. OMG! Nightcrawlers. I just remembered that word for what they were called. Oh and the signs along the highway were sometimes real kickers. One portrayed a sexy little crawlers with big eyes and long eyelashes, hold a Mae West pose.
Yeah, I was such a tomboy, Sue. I loved stuff like that. I don’t remember the Mae West type signs, but I wouldn’t be surprised, considering I remember seeing those hysterical Burma Shave signs along the road as a child!
Thank you!