Valentine's Day has an interesting history but nobody seems to know when or where the love angle originated. It really doesn't matter, does it? It reminds us of Love anyway, and that's what's truly important, being reminded of Love.
Well, I thought I had no Valentine's Day memories, but Lynn made me remember one.
It was 6th grade. I was not very confident and thought I was unattractive. Boys didn't talk to me and vice-versa. But there was this one boy who I thought was the handsomest boy I had ever seen. (He really was!)
We distributed those cheap little Valentines too, placing them in paper bags that the teacher taped to the front of our desks. But my handsome boy was going to get a special one from me. I bought it at the pharmacy one day. I'll never forget it. It said, "I spent ten cents to buy this card, besides a lot of time. So if you're not my Valentine, you owe me a dime!"
Real romantic, huh? Of course I didn't have the nerve to sign my name, but I did slip it into his paper bag. Then I knew I'd blush if I looked at him, so I never did see him open it.
Wow, that was 50-some years ago. Funny how our mind chooses which events it wants to remember.
Nap!! That is so funny! I'm glad you remembered and shared it with us. Best laugh I've had today. I was hoping you fell madly in love with him and lived happily ever after. I guess that happened later, right?
No, no falling madly in love or anything. In fact it wasn't long before the REAL most handsome boy I had ever seen came into my life. I didn't talk to him either, but he only lived a block away and I quickly became best friends with the girl who lived next door to him. We never played at my house.
He was 2 years older than I was. What a hunk he was. I will confess for the first time that a few times I called his house to see if he would answer the phone, just so I could hear what his voice sounded like. His mother always answered. I hung up.
You bet I sure did! I passed his house as often as I could.
I've seen my Valentine boy at high school reunions and have talked to him, but I have not told him that story.
The other one remained a crush all though high school, until he graduated two years before I did. But I have thought of him often, and STILL look at that house for him when I'm back in the neighborhood.
Wow Nap, I thought I was the only one that was that shy.
Jimmy was the big brother I always wanted and he helped me make the adjustment after moving to a new town and school. He was such a sweet boy. I often wonder how he is doing. His family moved away 2 years after we first met (4th and 5th grades).
I have a handful of people I wish I knew the whereabouts of too. Lynne Underwood was my first best friend and I can clearly picture her smiling, freckled, 7 year old face. They moved to Rochester and my heart broke.
I hope you meet your friend again someday, Lynn. Somewhere.
Technology being what it is, it's pretty easy to find people these days.
So many people I've known over the years have found me, or I found them, just in the past 5 or 6 years.
at the 10 cents - very good Nap!
Awesome to think about. 
