The turn of the century music booklet cover says,
"I dreamed of loving you."
Sounds good to me.
My Mother made a Valentine
for my Father every Valentine's Day,
and placed it on his dinner plate.
Besides my Mother's handmade Valentine she would also composed a poem for my Father…. Now you may think how sweet, how tender, how romantic, how loving…. and all that is true. But my Mother's Valentine poetry to my Father had to do with an incident that happened before they were married.
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Long long time ago when my Mother was a Mere Babe in the Woods, yet danced a mean jitterbug at the Grange Hall in Bayliss… my Father, a Dashing Guy with A Red Convertible asked my mother to a Valentine dance. My Mother being (and still is) a tease said she already had a date. My Father knowing her teasing ways laughed and said, "Right, you do. So I'll pick you up at eight and don't be late!" He teased her back. My Mother pursed her lips, tilted her head to her shoulder, waved her finger and said, "Don't bother, I'll already be there with my date."
My Father laughed and drove home to milk the cows.
(Photo: Go to Ulla's blog to learn how to make these sweet hand's for Valentines.)
My Father drove up in his red convertable, with a heart shaped box full of chocolates in his hand.
He sat on the couch while waiting for my Mother, and talked to her sister (my Aunt Frannie)… Later he would say, "Gee, Dolores is running late isn't she?" Only to be told, and my Aunt Frannie had to tell him several times cause he didn't believe her, that my Mother was already at the dance with another guy.
Oh that tease!! The Stinker! The Hefer (A favorite nickname that I wish I could hear my Father say to my Mother now…)
(Photo: Dolled up Valentine's over at Such Pretty Things, vintage Valentine's.)
As my Father drove off, he tossed the Valentine box of chocolates out of the car.
Later he would say, when he saw the Valentine chocolates from his rear view mirror, be bopping along the pavement he thought to himself, "That was dumb. Those were good chocolates."
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I remember the homemade Valentine's my Mother made for my Father. The poems she wrote were funny… they told the tale of their Valentine Tango long ago… the tease, the date that wasn't, the tossed chocolates… then she would write how she loved him and hoped he would bring her chocolates….
Which he never did…. That Valentine tease!
After dinner my Mother would take the Valentine and stuff it in her red checked Betty Crocker cookbook.
As a child I liked to look at through the cookbook and see those Valentines.
A few years ago I asked my Mother about them… as I couldn't find them… had she hid them somewhere?
My Mother simply said, "Now that Dad is gone I didn't think they mattered."
Oh they were the only Valentine's that I ever mattered to me….
Teasing, loving, ever true.
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