Well, of course the Valentine’s Day card originated in France!! Where else?
Legend has it that the Valentine’s Day card tradition dates back to 1415 and is based on love letters/poems Charles, Duke of Orleans would send his wife, Bonne of Armagnac,
For some reason, I’m feeling like a reporter of the social pages in a Southern newspaper in the mid 20th Century. So, here we report on Lynnelle’s Visit to St. Augustine—the goal of her recent road trip.
“Barbara Hart was delighted to have visitors this week when her dear friend Lynnelle arrived from Elgin, Texas—a small town near Austin. Wearing a stylish sweater poncho in black and grey, Lynnelle has thoroughly enjoyed her visit, combining pleasure with meetings for their new business, Heels and Tevas.
Lynnelle will be here soon!
Lynnelle and her Sweetie and the littlest Pablo are coming to St. Augustine. My sweetie, AKA EW is excited (I think he misses Pablo) but he also loves Lynnelle like a brother and likes her sweetie as only a good brother can. (First with narrowed eyes and some reservations, but now with a firm handshake and ready smile.)
“Traditions” change. Those rituals, meals, and celebrations that we swore were cast in stone are altered as our families grow or as our lives change. I used to think of Thanksgiving as one of those inviolable traditions, “If you want to see us on Thanksgiving you’ll have to come to our house.” For 14 years of our married life, Thanksgiving was at our home and all were welcome. It was our holiday.
The Heels Diva, her SO, and Pablo are taking a road trip in December—from Elgin, Texas to St. Augustine, Florida. We’re excited and are thinking up fun things to do—such as shopping, creating videos, and playing tourist. Plus wine.
But what could be more fun than a bevy of divas?
Barb and I are in the minority on this one, but less so today than yesterday. Neither of us have birthed a child; we are childless, we are women without children, we are child-free. <Gasp>
There was a time when I, personally, felt it was something I had to explain when asked – “Do you have children?” Early in my career, it was not an issue; there was always time. Then, as 40 approached and sailed by, my response of “no, it didn’t happen for me” hung in the air as if I had stopped in mid-sentence and crossed my eyes. Everyone seemed to expect more of an explanation as to why I remained childless.