When I was a boy those many years ago, it was a custom to buy some penny valentines at the corner store, put the recipient's name on it, and walk around the neighborhood delivering them. We would slip one under the door, knock, and run away. (no one in our neighborhood had one of those newfangled doorbells.) Over at Kuser School, the
REAL Valentines Day was celebrated. Before the big day, we took a large corrugated carton, covered it with
red or white paper, pasted on
red or white hearts, carved a slot in the top, and placed the big box of dreams in front of the class room. Boys would never admit it, but we all avidly looked forward to the valentine we got from that special girl. Ahh, the memories and simplicity of youth!
Sally Logan Gilman said...
Hello Tom: Thank you for the Valentine greeting. I remember the little valentines my mother would buy for me to paste up and take to class and put in the box. It was fun and, like you said, a simple joy of youth. As always, thanks for the memories.
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