February 12, 2014
Victory, vamp, vivacious, vivid, vibrant, vacillate, very,
vengeance, vigorous, comes to mind long before Valentine’s peers ‘round the
corner. Red jumps out to scowl at me from every angle, once I leave the
premises. My recollection of a wonderful “V” Day goes way back to sixth grade
when a classmate sent a torn red heart cut-out that had “Pala is my Valentine”
in squabble letters.
Mrs. “B” told me her great grandson, a nine year old, asked
his mother if they could stop by the store on the way to school to get a dozen
roses, one for each girl in the class. He thought they deserved more than just
a homemade valentine. When his mom told him just how much that effort would
cost him, he choked and decided he might be able to do that for the girls next
year.
I recall the struggle to get Taelor to keep cutting the
jagged hearts, until she had enough for all of the kids. There were many years
when she started picking and choosing who would merit a valentine…”No, not him!!” Many lessons on compassion and
goodwill came from this particular holiday.
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