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Cubanola Cigar Ghost Ad – Radford, Virginia

Cubanola Cigar Ghost Ad – Radford, Virginia

The town of Radford, Virginia had a 1-2 punch of beautiful ghost ads. There was the Wine of Cardui, R. S. Carson Druggist and Cubanola Cigar combo. And then there was this.

Hello, gorgeous!

Cubanola 5¢ Cigars – All Havana Filler

I don’t know anything about tobacco and it’s history. I don’t smoke. But, I sure do have an affinity for its olde tyme advertising.

While looking up Cubanola, one of the pages I found was a history of cigars, and the packaging tins. Some of the tins were just wonderful. Give that a look-see.

Keen Kutter Kuttlery &  L.W. Clark Jeweler & Optician

Radford, Virginia Ghost Ad – Wine of Cardui

Radford, Virginia Ghost Ad – Wine of Cardui

In the town of Radford, Virginia there are two excellent walls with ghost ads on them. While appreciating the aesthetics of the ads themselves is one thing, falling down the rabbit hole of finding out what the olde tyme ads are for can be its own kind of fun.

When I googled Wine of Cardui for Women, the first result pulled up a site called The Quack Doctor. Well, now. If that isn’t an interesting name. Their Wine of Cardui page says:

Woman’s modesty and ignorance of danger often cause her to endure pains and suffer torture rather than consult a physician about important subjects.

Pains in the head, neck, back, hips, limbs and lower bowels at monthly intervals, indicate alarming derangements.

Oh, for cryin’ out loud. Modesty and ignorance of danger? Alarming derangements?


Image Source: Smithsonian Museum of American History

So, basically, Wine of Cardui was $1.00 PMS wine? It was also recommended to stave off the effects of “falling of the womb.” Falling of the womb? Gah! That sounds… messy. Can you even imagine? One minute you’re throwing a bag of frozen peas in your shopping cart, the next thing you know your womb falls out. Talk about embarrassing.

Maybe I should stick to looking up ghost ad tobacco products.

Rambling Along on Virginia 56

Rambling Along on Virginia 56

After visiting the old Rockfish post office, I picked up Virginia 56 and followed it for about 30 miles. Aside from being a nice little wiggler, the sights along the road were just the type of thing I was hungry to see.


It’s the Devil’s Road!

Now, that might seem a little strange based on the pictures that follow. On the surface, they’re nothing but decay – remnants of better times. But, I see these old places and to me they feel like they still have a flicker of fight in ’em. A quiet confidence. Though abandoned or falling apart, they get to return to the earth at their own pace. They soldier on through time, going down with the ship versus being forced into strip mall submission.

As a person from a place where there is little visible history, I wonder if these structures become touchstones for the people who live there? Just think of all the hopes and dreams that tread across their floorboards.

The Tiny Old Rockfish, Virginia Post Office

The Tiny Old Rockfish, Virginia Post Office

One for the tiny post office files. This little gem has been starred on my Google map of stuff to do for quite a while now. In September, I stopped by for a look:

US Post Office
Rockfish, Virginia 22966
Est. 1914 Closed 1974

Each photo that I’ve seen of the little post office has a different saying on the chalkboard outside. During my visit, it said, “If you fear something enough, yer askin’ fer it. – Grandma Walton”

Seemed fitting to me.

The Old Rockfish Post Office
Rockfish River Rd
Shipman, VA 22971
Google Maps

A Foggy Virginia Morning with Cows

A Foggy Virginia Morning with Cows

While life unfolded around me – school buses came, people went to work, cows took a morning dip – I just stood. I stood looking at the hills rolling away into the fog.

At first, I thought that maybe I stood there doing nothing. But nothing is far from the truth. I stood watching, knowing, bearing witness to everything before me.

At first glance, some things don’t show their true selves. It is only through continued observation and patience that they make themselves known.

Sometimes all you need to do is change your perspective to see beautiful things. But first and foremost, you have to want to.

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