Just as soon as the stores put away
their Christmas merchandise, out comes the Valentine’s Day items — even
though Valentine’s is still more than six weeks away.
I don’t know why, but it always
takes me by surprise to see Valentine’s Day merchandise so soon after
Christmas.
I’ve always wondered where
Valentine’s Day came from, and under those circumstances, a person could be
forgiven for thinking it was invented to create more business when Christmas
is over.
But no, after a little research, I
discovered that Valentine’s is not a holiday that was “invented” by greeting
card companies to sell more greeting cards or by candy companies to sell
more candy or by florists to sell more roses.
Valentine’s Day actually started
more than 1,500 years ago.
According to legend, Valentine was
a priest who defied the orders of the Roman emperor Claudius and continued
to perform marriages. It seems that Claudius realized no young men wanted to
join his army because they didn’t want to leave their wives and sweethearts.
When it was discovered that Valentine was still performing marriages in
secret, he was sentenced to death. Valentine allegedly cured the jailer’s
daughter of blindness, and on the night before his execution, sent a note to
her signed “from your Valentine.” He reportedly died on Feb. 14, 269 A.D.
In 496 A.D., February 14 was named
by Pope Gelasius to honor St. Valentine.
The first Valentines are credited
to Charles, Duke of Orleans, who was imprisoned in the Tower of London
during the 1400s where he wrote romantic verses that he sent to his wife.
A woman named Esther Howland is
credited with sending the first Valentine in the United States.
The United States Postal Service is
credited with advancing the popularity of sending Valentines when the penny
postcard was introduced in the mid 1800s. Before that, sending mail was too
expensive for the average person, because at the time, the person who
RECEIVED the letter paid the postage and not the person who SENT the letter.
Personally, I’m thankful it’s not
that way today. Can you imagine paying the postage to receive your
Valentines?
In days gone by, Valentines were
hand-painted cards decorated with lace and feathers and sequins.
I don’t know about anybody else,
but if I were going to hand paint a Valentine and decorate it with lace and
feathers and sequins, I wouldn’t go to all that work for just anybody.
Nowadays, however, Valentine’s
cards are mass produced in thousands of designs and sizes — large ones and
small ones; serious ones and silly ones; inexpensive ones and expensive
ones.
The variety of Valentine’s cards is
overwhelming and, as far as I’m concerned, rather unnecessary. I mean, how
many Valentine’s cards does one person need to buy? Spouse? Parents?
Siblings? Second and third cousins? The teacher you had in fifth grade? The
lady who cuts your hair? The grocery store clerk who tallied up your last
purchase? The man who stopped his car so you could make it through the
crosswalk without being run over?
And what about the Valentine’s
merchandise? The candy, the posters, the teddy bears sporting a red heart
that says ‘Be Mine,’ socks with little red hearts all over them,
heart-shaped rings, necklaces and earrings, and the list goes on and on.
I wonder what the real St.
Valentine would think of the cards and the candy and the jewelry and
whatever else?
Then again, maybe the real St.
Valentine would be delighted by this turn of events.
After all, it’s been more than
1,700 years since he died, but every Feb. 14, people are still celebrating
Valentine’s Day.
And that puts giving Valentines
into a whole new perspective, doesn’t it.
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LeAnn Ralph may be contacted at
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LeAnn R. Ralph is the editor of the Wisconsin Regional Writer (the quarterly
publication of the Wisconsin Regional Writers' Assoc.) and is the author of
the book: Christmas in Dairyland (True Stories from a Wisconsin Farm) (trade
paperback; August 2003). She is working on her next book, Give Me a Home
Where the Dairy Cows Roam. See what readers are saying about Christmas in
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