Playing Cupid gets expensive
Valentine's Day! Now that brings back some interesting memories. I remember in country school days we had a shoe box which had a slit on top, sitting on the teacher's desk. During the day we would slip up there and place a love note or Valentine in the box. We made them by cutting out crude hearts covered with red crayon coloring, making them beautiful. A name was written on the back, usually the name of a favorite boy. Flushed cheeks and giggles accompanied the trip to the box.
I don't know what children do today to celebrate the occasion. I remember several years ago a great-grandson gave his beloved a gorgeous single rose.
My own son, in his youth, tip-toed to the porch of his love and left a small box of candy, then ran like a deer so he wouldn't be seen. Do you suppose she ever learned of his devotion?
Once I attempted to play Cupid. One of my attractive granddaughters didn't have a boyfriend. There was a young businessman who did business with our office.
I thought why not make two young people happy? I made arrangements for them to go out to dinner at the nicest, most expensive place. I then asked my young married grandson and his wife to accompany them.
The next morning I anxiously awaited a report. My granddaughter reported — no chemistry, no electricity, and no rapport with the young man. He later reported the same. That was my last time to play Cupid. Besides that, it was expensive!
— NORMA HANNAFORD
