As Published in The Island Times, Feb. 2000
Inkspots Musing 2001
Reporter Feb. 2001
© 2001 Elaine Ingalls Hogg
I was in grade one before I remember
hearing anything about a celebration connected with Valentine's Day. The teacher announced to the class that we were going
to have a party.
"Mrs. Richardson, what are supposed to do?" Larry asked. He was the tallest boy in our class.
you send a card to the person you like," came the prompt reply.
"To girls too? Ugh!"
Mrs. Richardson ignored
the comment and went on to explain how to make a mailbox for our expected Valentines. Soon everyone in the two classes, (grade
one and two were in together), were busy cutting and pasting red hearts and lacy, white paper doilies on their shoeboxes.
A few people in the class bought big books of valentines designed so that the cards could be cut or punched out. But
one soon learned that you did a better job if you cut them out for the punched out ones seemed to rip no matter how careful
However, most of the students went home and made their cards, cutting out more hearts from red tissue or
construction paper or recycling pictures of flowers from old greeting cards to send to their classmates and friends. Laboriously
we printed slogans like; "I am 4 U," or "Will U B Mine?" on the front of the cards. Perhaps the verse seen most often was
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, Sugar is sweet and so are you." Every mailbox seemed to have one of those cards in it.
several days before our party, we would go to our box and peek in to see if the amount of mail was growing. But that created
a problem, some children didn't have any mail in their box so the teacher declared that we were not to look until the day
of the party.