It has occurred to me that I might need to explain what a Valentine actually is to the younger generation. "This thing here, you see, was called a Valentine. It was kind of like a sweet, innocent, romantic text message you would send to the boy or girl you liked, only you wrote your name on it yourself, and you personally handed it to the recipient instead of hitting the 'SEND' button." They'd never understand it, would they?
Some of the vintage Valentines I've collected are blank, and some are signed with names like "Irma" and "Geneva." This one, clearly, was sent by Ronnie Giselman. Or at least Ronnie Giselman's mother. I've never seen a Valentine with the name stamped on the back before, and so I can just picture Ronnie's mother. She made the cupcakes for the class Valentine's party, had all the neighborhood kids over on the Fourth of July, and her Christmas cards were all written and in the mail by December 1. Or maybe the name was stamped because Ronnie just had so many friends. What's your story about why this is stamped instead of handwritten?
Sometimes it's fun to ponder things like this, and there's no better place to ponder than in a journal. Perhaps a tea-themed journal, like this one. I bought myself one of these cute journals earlier this year, and when I saw another I decided it should be a Valentine's giveaway treat for one of you. To be entered to win, just leave a comment to this post between now and 7 a.m. EST tomorrow. Good luck!