A peek inside my collections: vintage Valentine’s Day cards
My most devastating Valentine’s Day memory is from the second grade. Steven, my neighbour and the love of my life, tore up the Valentine I gave him RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. He didn’t just tear it up, no, he made a big production out of shredding it into teeny little bits and tossing them in the air. It was heartbreaking. It was a very special Valentine too. I picked it out just for him and painstakingly tore it out of one of those huge perforated books my mom bought for me that year. (Remember those?) It was a picture of a cat holding a lemon, and it read “Don’t be a sour puss.” I think I beat him up after that.
I have a smallish collection of vintage Valentine’s Day cards. They make me smile every time I look at them. I love the artwork, and I love that some of them aren’t exactly P.C. anymore. I think modern day kid’s cards – the kind we buy in paper boxes to give out at school – just don’t hold the same charm. What do you think? How can Spongebob, Spiderman, or Barbie compare to these little beauties?