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Wagontire, Oregon

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Wagontire Oregon 1973

         In 1973, I embarked on a road trip with my father. We left Berkeley, heading toward Yakima, where my father owned a summer cabin. As a college professor, he enjoyed the luxury of July and August off, and our dysfunctional family spent those summers together in the mountain cabin from 1968 to 1978. Our annual pilgrimage was both a trip to hell and a journey back.

         My father and I shared a wanderlust—a love for exploring new places. This trip turned out to be one of our best. Surprisingly, we got along, which was unusual given our typically tense relationship. We were vastly different, but during this journey, we became friends.

         We drove east along Highway 395, entering the high mountain desert of eastern Oregon. The road stretched ahead, almost deserted. Then we saw the sign: Wagontire, Oregon, 100 miles ahead. We counted down the signs, mile after mile, as dusk settled around us. We speculated Wagontire must be a giant truck stop—an oasis in the middle of nowhere.
Interspersed with the Wagontire signs were Burma Shave signs. Highway 395 was one of the last highways to still have these signs, which had been phased out in most places by 1966 or so.
         
Burma shave signs were written in rhyming couplets or quatrains cowboy poetry style, ending with the tag line Burma Shave. Here are two examples:

"Shaving brushes
You’ll soon see ’em
On a shelf
In some museum
Burma-Shave"

"Within this vale
of toil
and sin
your head grows bald
but not your chin–use
Burma-Shave"



         We counted down the miles until at last we pulled into town. But when we pulled into town, reality struck. There was nothing but a gas station, a motel, and a cafe. Last gas for 100 miles, according to the highway sign. I chatted with the owner, who was the sheriff, fire chief, and owner of the only business in town. The sign outside read: “Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon. Population: 200,000 sheep, 10 dogs, two and one half humans..”

         Curiously, I asked who was the half-human, and the sheriff replied, “My idiot son.”


         I did not know it, but this was my last big solo road trip with my father. We drove to and from the cabin a few more times, last time in 1984, but this trip was special and one I will always remember. Mainly because my dad and I finally became "friends" during this trip and got along great. Unfortunately, that moment did not last, and we soon re-entered our difficult relationship, but during that trip, we got along famously.

2016 Revisiting Wagontire

         Fast forward to 2016. My wife and I drove through eastern Oregon as part of an epic cross-country trip—31 states, 100,000 miles in three months to celebrate my retirement from 27 years of serving the country in the U.S. Foreign Service working overseas in 10 countries. We thought it was time to see America.

         We followed Highway 395, revisiting the memories of my trip with my father 40 years earlier. But Wagontire had changed. The signs were gone, the motel abandoned, and the town reduced to ruins—a ghost town.
As we reflected on Wagontire and other “nothing burgs,” we pondered the heart of Trump’s forgotten America—the flyover country that often escapes our attention.
Reflections on my visit to Wagontire, Oregon, in 1973 and 2016.

Prose Poem Version

Wagontire Oregon 1973, 2016

In 1973,
I went on a road trip
With my Father,
We left Berkeley
to go to Yakima
Where my father
had a summer cabin.

He was a college professor
And had July and August off
And we spent our summers,
Every summer from 68 to 78
In that mountain cabin,

and hanging with my Uncle
who had inherited the family
apple farm in Yakima.
Our whole dysfunctional family

Our annual trip
to hell and back

And we did not
get along at all.

We decided to drive
through Eastern Oregon

Just my Father and me.
Just for the hell of it

The rest of the family
was already there,

My father
and I shared a travel lust
Loved to go to new places

One of the few things we shared.
This was one of our best trips
We actually got along
Which was unusual.

Normally our relationship
Was fraught with tension
As we were so different.
We left Klamath Falls

A real noting burg in those days

And headed east along Highway 395.

As we entered the
desert of Eastern Oregon
America’s Outback lands
We entered a different world
High mountain desert

Almost no one on the road

Then we saw the signs
Wagontire Oregon

100 miles ahead

99 miles

98 miles

intersperse with the signs
were Burma Shave signs

one of the last highways
to have these cowboy poetry
advertisements

Just a few examples
for those who have never
seen these lost Americana signs
common from 1915 to 1975


Shaving brushes
You’ll soon see ’em
On a shelf
In some museum
Burma-Shave

Within this vale
of toil
and sin
your head grows bald
but not your chin – use
Burma-Shave


We counted down the signs
Mile after mile

Wagontire
Burma shave add

Wagontire
Burma Shave

every mile
counting down
.
As we drove
into the gathering dusk,
We speculated that Wagontire
Must be a giant truck stop

An oasis in the desert
In the middle of nowhere,

We pulled into town
Nothing but a gas station
Motel and cafe

We stopped
Last gas for 100 miles
According to the highway sign

In the morning
We chatted with the owner.

He was the sheriff, fire chief
rancher and Owner
of the motel gas station.

The only business in town
And the only place open
For one hundred miles.

I noticed a sign outside

"Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon
Population 200,000 sheep.
and two and one half-humans."

I asked the sheriff
"Who is the half-human?"

He said,
"My idiot son."

And we left
200 miles
We finally
left Eastern Oregon.

2016

In 2016, my wife
and I drove
through Eastern Oregon.
As part of our epic
Cross-country trip
to celebrate my retirement
from the U.S. Foreign Service.

31 states
10,0000 miles
in three months.

On the way
from Medford, Oregon
to Yellowstone,

We drove along
Highway 395,
40 years since
my trip with my father.

The signs for
Wagontire were gone
as were the Burma Shave signs.

As we drove through the town
The motel was abandoned
Nothing there at all.

The motel was in ruins
Just another ghost town.

And that sign was gone too
Just a small sign saying,
Wagontire, Oregon.

We speculated about wagon tire
And all the other nothing burgs
We drove through that summer.

Heart of Trump's
Forgotten America
Fly over country.

background info on Burma Shave commercials by Microsoft Co-Pilot

Certainly! Burma-Shave was an American brand of brushless shaving cream, but it became even more famous for its unique advertising campaign. Let me share some interesting details and a few delightful Burma Shave poems with you:
1. History of Burma-Shave:
o Introduced in 1925by the Burma-Vita company in Minneapolis, it was initially known for a liniment made from ingredients sourced from the Malay Peninsula and Burma.
o Seeking wider appeal, they launched the Burma-Shavebrand of brushless shaving cream along with a clever advertising program.
o At its peak, Burma-Shavewas the second-highest-selling brushless shaving cream in the US.
o Unfortunately, sales declined in the 1950s, and in 1963, the company was sold to Philip Morris. The iconic roadside signs were removed at that time.
o In 1997, the American Safety Razor Companyreintroduced the Burma-Shave brand with a nostalgic shaving soap and brush kit, although the original product was brushless1.
2. The Iconic Roadside Signs:
o Burma-Shavesigns were a brilliant advertising gimmick. They consisted of small sequential signs posted along highways.
o Typically, six consecutive signs formed a verse, with the last sign revealing the brand name.
o These humorous rhyming poems captured passing motorists’ attention during the early years of highway travel.
o As the Interstate system expanded and speeds increased, the signs became less effective, and they were eventually discontinued when the company was acquired by Philip Morris1.
3. Sample Burma Shave Poems:
o Here are a couple of classic Burma-Shaveverses:
 “If you want / Your girl to grin / Take those whiskers / Off your chin / Burma Shave” 2
 “Cheer up, face – the war is over! / Burma-Shave” (from the first series) 1
 “If hugging on highways – Is your sport / Turn in your car – For a davenport! / Burma Shave” (a nostalgic reflection) 3
These witty and memorable poems left a lasting cultural impact, reminding us of a bygone era when highways were dotted with clever signs and a touch of humor. 🚗🌟

Background Info on Wagontire Oregon from Microsoft Co-Pilot

Wagontire, an unincorporated community in Harney County, Oregon, lies along U.S. Route 395. The name itself is intriguing—it conjures images of a remote outpost in the vast Oregon landscape.

Here are some fascinating details about Wagontire:
1. Origin of the Name:
o The community was named after the nearby Wagontire Mountain.
o Despite its modest size, the name carries a sense of adventure and history.
2. Historical Context:
o In the late 1970s, Wagontirewas home to just two people: William and Olgie Warner.
o The Warners owned a property that included a gas station, café, motel, general store, and an RV park.
o Across the road from these buildings was Wagontire Airport, where planes would taxi across the highway and refuel at the gas station.
o The signs outside humorously declared: “Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon. Population: 2½ humans, 10 dogs, 200,000 sheep.”
3. Changing Times:
o Fast forward to 2016, and Wagontirehad transformed.
o The signs were gone, the motel abandoned, and the town reduced to ruins—a ghost town.
o It became a symbol of the heart of forgotten America, the flyover country often overlooked by travelers.
4. Education:
o Wagontire falls within Suntec School District 10(Suntec School, grades K-8) and Harney County Union High School

District 1J (Crane Union High School).

Wagontire—a place where time stood still, where echoes of the past whisper across the desert landscape. 🌵🚗

1: Geographic Names Information System 2: United States Topographic Map 3: Moyer, Armond; Moyer, Winifred (1958). The Origins of Unusual Place-Names. Keystone Pub. Associates, p. 137. 4: Monroe, Bill (December 14, 1997). “Under the Desert Sky: Solitude for Sale.” The Oregonian. : Weber, first (July 11, 1993). “Everyone Stops At Wagontire (Pop. 2).” The New York Times. : Frazier, Joseph B. (April 2, 2000). “Life Takes on a Slow Pace in Wagontire.” Albany Democrat-Herald.
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