Valentines Day…. 1938 …6th grade…. eleven years old…. Head full of “Shirley Temple ” curls. Our desks were the kind that one pulled up the top and the school “stuff” was inside. An inkwell was in the top. I bought cards for everyone in the class. They were distributed by putting them in the students’ desks. Paul was in love with me (he thought). No cards for him…He would carve hearts out of wood and place them in my desk. I realize that I broke his “heart “when I made light of this most thoughtful gift. I regret this neglect to this day….. I wonder where he is to-day………..
A Valentine Memory by Shirel Lippe
February 1, 2013 by ElderChicks
I love this story, Shirel. It brings back such memories of school days. I hope Paul became a successful sculptor.