Jesus loves everyone.

Jesus especially loves Marlboro 72's on sale.

Ur

Church just isn't the same without ur.

Ruler

Can I borrow your satan? I need to make a strait line on this piece of paper.

Breathe Easy!

Who can tell me why a Medical Center needs a shiny new banner advertising that they are smoke free? Uh...shouldn't that just be a given? It's a Medical Center.

"Don't worry, the surgeons have stops lighting up in the O.R."

Experiance the real Easter.

Easter is about more than just eggs, kids. Some people celebrate Easter with an egg hunt, some chocolate, and nothing more. Those people are missing out on the real Easter experience. The real Easter includes crafts, balloon animals and refreshments...oh, and Easter Egg Suprises. 


You can find the true meaning of Easter at this Church.

Where the election for Mayor is always a tie...

Hand Sign

Berea is the town of hands.  Strewn throughout the town are painted hand statues as if the whole city is saying, "hi." Each is the same shape, but they are all painted by different artists.   Similar phenominons exisit in other municipalities.  (i.e., bears in Knoxville and globes in Chicago).I was in old town the other day when I noticed that it isn't just statues that are made in the shape of hands.  The signs are even held up by wire hand art.  

That is a clever way to hold up a sign. Almost as good as a shopping cart holding up the sign for a Grocey store.

Parkin' Lot

Some people don't waste resorces on things like boards or shopping carts to post signs; they just spray paint a message right on the side of a building. Like this little number across from the Elementary school:

I'm glad someone thought to correct it and add the word "your." I wouldn't want kids coming to school everyday to be exposed to any improper grammar.

shopping cart sign

Some people can find novel way to display signs.  This creative Grocery and Deli opted to use a shopping cart to hold up their sign.  Now, I'm not going to pass any judgements.  I mean, I don't know how to spell grocery either, (but I'd at least run a spell check before putting it on a sign.)

blue eggs 4 sale.

I was driving home from the Kroger today and I saw this sign:

I had to stop and turn around.  Because, one, I wanted to take a picture of it for my blog, and, two, because I wanted to buy country eggs 4 $1.50.  The sign directed me down a sparcely populated country road.  I was more than a little wary as I passed the "no outlet" sign.  I stopped once to ask a mother who was watching her child play in the street if she knew who sold eggs.  She didn't know, but was sure it was someone on this street.  Futher along there was another sign pointing down a gravel driveway.  Two homes shared the drive one was a quaint farm house the other a shady run down trailer.  

I opted for the farm house.  As I pulled up to the house a woman came out and gave me a funny look.  I called from my car asking if this was where the eggs were for sale.  The woman let out a sign of exasperation.  

"I'm gunna turn her sign around.  They always comin' here for eggs.  They sell eggs over thar."  

She pointed to the other home on the drive which was mostly obsured by trees and bushes.  And I coudn't help but think to myself how glad I was that I stoped and talked to that mother and this woman because they could lead the police to where I was if I ended up missing.  

I parked by the shady house and followed the few odd flag stones to a long porch.  All the windows in the house were dark.  Timidly, I knocked on the door.  Twice.  I was about to leave, when I noticed another door futher down to porch.  I went to it and could see and old man standing in the dark house.  I kocked and inquired about eggs.  He went to get his wife who sold me 2 dozen eggs--half of which were blue!  

Bapticostal House of Prayer

One of my favorite sights to drive past every day is the sign for the Bapticostal House of Prayer.

Apparently, this guy couldn't decide if he wanted to be Baptist or Pentacostal, so he started his own church.  The best part is, they have one of those chageable signs. You know, the ones.  Where I'm from, they are usually seen in front of gas stations and fast food resturants advertising specials.  However, around here they are in front of churches advertising Salvation.  I could go on, but a picture is worth a thousand words:

Signs by the Roadside.

The more I drive these back roads of Kentucky, the more I discover it's the little things that make a place unique--like the signs on the side of the road.  I have thus been inspired to create this blog dedicated to the fabulous sinage that may seem like a daily encounter to some.  But to me these signs point to the true depth of country life and culture.