tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post4911144908706982639..comments2024-03-22T03:27:19.859-04:00Comments on Sourcebooks Casablanca Romance Authors: My First Valentine by Grace Burrowes Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12914920560584429315noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-57612424644947773832014-02-12T14:31:16.152-05:002014-02-12T14:31:16.152-05:00In third grade, while passing out our Valentines, ...In third grade, while passing out our Valentines, a male classmate did not give me his until the end of the day. It told me that he loved me and hoped one day we would marry. I had no idea how to react, and was dreading going to school the next day. I pretended like everything was normal - we remained friends until he died in his 40s of cancer. I saved the Valentine for years, but have no idea what happened to it.Nise' https://www.blogger.com/profile/15586400022454009379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-62518223720273298422014-02-11T18:51:28.204-05:002014-02-11T18:51:28.204-05:00Sadly, my dad wasn't big on all of that but I ...Sadly, my dad wasn't big on all of that but I do remember enjoying reading all of the candy hearts at school (yes, I have always liked to read, lol). My best Valentine's memory is the second date I ever had with the guy who became my husband...it was the first time I had received candy and flowers from a guy...and we still chuckle about the fact that I hid the candy before I left for my date...which was a good thing because my dad looked for it and if there's one thing I don't like to share...it's my See's candies, lol.ELFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00507018016608103452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-41711847444977696872014-02-11T18:44:46.421-05:002014-02-11T18:44:46.421-05:00I think my earliest recollection of Valentine'...I think my earliest recollection of Valentine's Day was in elementary school when we were given a list of the names of everyone in the class and were instructed to bring cards to pass out to everyone. I thought it was a fun project, and I remember being careful not to give the mushy looking ones to boys. :DBarbara E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10042665559975481397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-6521464958683670022014-02-11T15:08:08.247-05:002014-02-11T15:08:08.247-05:00What a beautiful memory! I remember school valenti...What a beautiful memory! I remember school valentines. The old beautiful printed ones and the handmade ones. My hubby makes a point of paying special attention to our 3 daughters every Valentine's day - what a precious gift to them. <br />lattebooks at hotmail dot comSusan Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00885508869904521374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-18046439063340207932014-02-10T23:26:39.205-05:002014-02-10T23:26:39.205-05:00Yes, I do remember folding the paper in half and d...Yes, I do remember folding the paper in half and drawing the half heart profile. I also remember the big stack of pink and red construction they had on hand for us to use.Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13040629694490652973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-2280079702014089992014-02-10T20:39:21.718-05:002014-02-10T20:39:21.718-05:00My earliest (I was four) Valentine’s Day memory is...My earliest (I was four) Valentine’s Day memory is going with my great-grandfather to our local WWII memorial to lay a bouquet of red, white, and blue flowers at the footer. At the time, I never understood what this had to do with Valentine’s Day although I later learned that on February 14, 1943 my grandfather’s infantry division was captured and held as POWs for 28 months. By laying flowers at the foot of our local WWII memorial, he was paying his respect to those who never returned. Although my grandfather passed away several years ago, I still carry on the tradition.<br /><br />-Angela<br />ars45123@yahoo.comAngelahttp://simplyangelarenee.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-74418037481864908302014-02-10T19:55:08.005-05:002014-02-10T19:55:08.005-05:00I like that we focus for a day on tenderheartednes...I like that we focus for a day on tenderheartedness and romance. I don't like that for many people--widows and widowers, spouses of those deployed overseas, the unlucky in love--it can be a hard day. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-80503867801099606882014-02-10T19:53:53.563-05:002014-02-10T19:53:53.563-05:00Just plain sweet... Dad is 93, and every Valentine...Just plain sweet... Dad is 93, and every Valentine's Day is likely to be his last. One must fuss while the light lasts. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-88358898694007964232014-02-10T19:53:06.162-05:002014-02-10T19:53:06.162-05:00Did you fold the red paper in half, and have to wa...Did you fold the red paper in half, and have to wait for the teacher to come around and draw a half-heart profile so you could cut it out? I forget what year that was, but geesh, lady. I can cut out a heart already... Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-77258162712894794532014-02-10T19:52:08.464-05:002014-02-10T19:52:08.464-05:00And the glitter was sooooo messy. I hated cleaning...And the glitter was sooooo messy. I hated cleaning up all the little paper scraps, the glitter, the glue. And for what? My finished products never had much to recommend them. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-3135231558391246172014-02-10T19:51:05.813-05:002014-02-10T19:51:05.813-05:00A dad's role in his daughter's development...A dad's role in his daughter's development of self-esteem cannot be underestimated. The hand that rocks the cradle might rule the world, but the dad who takes time for his daughter can rule the universe. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-77781418628859616082014-02-10T19:49:19.768-05:002014-02-10T19:49:19.768-05:00And giving them too!And giving them too!Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-84367831158734110922014-02-10T19:49:01.077-05:002014-02-10T19:49:01.077-05:00I wonder if first grade teachers have lesson plans...I wonder if first grade teachers have lesson plans for this stuff, or maybe the elementary school art teachers do? What do you do for the kid who forgets to bring in a shoe box...?Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-26525547202749992682014-02-10T19:47:41.637-05:002014-02-10T19:47:41.637-05:00Go, Dad! And yes, when I went card hunting, I didn...Go, Dad! And yes, when I went card hunting, I didn't see a single card intended for a daughter to give to her dad. Scandalous! Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-58953626928801510182014-02-10T19:47:02.616-05:002014-02-10T19:47:02.616-05:00Under the watchful eyes of the nuns? We had to giv...Under the watchful eyes of the nuns? We had to give Sister a card too, and that was just weird... The nuns did not have an easy time of it. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-67191895887467367592014-02-10T19:46:16.254-05:002014-02-10T19:46:16.254-05:00The Day might be American, but the Saint is certai...The Day might be American, but the Saint is certainly international. I think mostly, Hallmark decided we needed a reason to buy cards and eat sweets because Spring is STILL NOT HERE. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-70375845657294022662014-02-10T19:45:17.588-05:002014-02-10T19:45:17.588-05:00This discussion has me recalling the scent and tas...This discussion has me recalling the scent and taste of that school paste. Yes, taste... Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-83669274165365650582014-02-10T19:44:39.097-05:002014-02-10T19:44:39.097-05:00Duck Pond! When the Black Swan does his thing, thi...Duck Pond! When the Black Swan does his thing, think of me. LOVE that variation. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-9410023410000611262014-02-10T19:43:50.550-05:002014-02-10T19:43:50.550-05:00And those sweater dresses... I had one, wool, with...And those sweater dresses... I had one, wool, with rainbow colored buttons. Itchiest item of apparel it has ever been my torment to own. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-84404257186664592742014-02-10T19:42:57.660-05:002014-02-10T19:42:57.660-05:00You have to wonder why small children do through t...You have to wonder why small children do through that ritual, when clearly, boys aren't interested in girls and girls are not interested in the boys. <br /><br />But candy has universal appeal. Hmm. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-8806750365606477932014-02-10T19:41:43.157-05:002014-02-10T19:41:43.157-05:00Wonderful story! My earliest memory was of Dad tak...Wonderful story! My earliest memory was of Dad taking me and my sister Maire to pick up Mom and baby Joe at the hospital. I got to drink a WHOLE bottle of Coke (and I wasn't yet three years old, which probably resulted in a WHOLE lotta shakin' goin' on). Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-39532985270159380332014-02-10T19:39:44.150-05:002014-02-10T19:39:44.150-05:00My daughter got her first horse as she approached ...My daughter got her first horse as she approached her eighth birthday, a 25-year-old Crabbet Arabian who still had PLENTY of show days left in him. AM Appomattox was the best horse in the universe (also a gray), and full of beans until his died at the age of 31. Somebody was looking out for me the day he came off the trailer, because you said it--nothing teaches boundaries, responsibility, or healthy relationships like a good horse. Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-13528444987657377002014-02-10T19:35:36.711-05:002014-02-10T19:35:36.711-05:00But now Princess Galen will have her Valentine'...But now Princess Galen will have her Valentine's Day, and you'll know better than to stress. I recall maybe... second grade, the teacher had it all worked out, row by row, but everybody could see which cards came from which person... STRESSFUL, yes!Grace Burroweshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01631291702461834307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-83347154799904368612014-02-10T18:15:03.280-05:002014-02-10T18:15:03.280-05:00My best Valentine's memories come from my fami...My best Valentine's memories come from my family than any other person. My parents would always give my sister and I little stuffies and chocolates and leave them by our beds when we got home from school. I still have a collection of heart pillows and stuffies that say "I Love You" from my parents and those mean a lot! Other than that, Valentines is just another day although I do enjoy the extra chocolates that float around after it :P<br /><br />ahui89 at hotmail dot comAdahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13763903522287684105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-65674009478735993982014-02-10T17:46:15.374-05:002014-02-10T17:46:15.374-05:00I remember my mom giving me a stuffed animal and r...I remember my mom giving me a stuffed animal and receiving little boxes of candied cards from my little friends :-) Valentine's Day is so sweet when you are little! Hand-made cards handed to you by shy hands... <br /><br />justforswag(AT)yahoo(DOT)comChelsea B.noreply@blogger.com