To get out of the winter blahs... and to celebrate the fact that Valentine's Day is on it's way... I've decided to share something very special today. When I was visiting my parents in Iowa a few weeks ago, I had the chance to look through some old valentines that had been given to my Grandmother when she was just a little girl. I'm sharing half of them today and I'll share the rest a bit later.
They are worn and faded... I can imagine her as a girl keeping them in a box under her bed, rifling through them on cold, rainy days... or as an old woman admiring them fondly, sentimental keepsakes of a happy childhood. They were definitely well loved.
Here is my Grandmother Carmella in 1927 at her First Communion. She would have been 7 years old. Many of the valentines are dated 1927 or 1928, so this is a snapshot in time of the young girl who received them.
I've scanned both the front and back so that you can read both the cheesy printed sayings and the handwritten inscriptions from her little friends. These are truly family treasures, and I hope you cherish the opportunity to look at these as much as I do.