I really don’t know who decided this day was special. Maybe it was just another Hallmark Holiday to some, to others it is an excuse to be lovey dovey. Id like to tell ya a story ’bout a couple of lovers that didn’t need a holiday to celebrate.
I learned about love by watchin’ the examples of love these folks provided on a daily basis. They courted just before the Korean conflict broke into a war. Together they made a family that was beautiful.
Betty was a beautiful hard workin’ young woman. Worked waitin’ tables at a local dinner, as a nurses aide at the local hospital, also worked fillin’ in durrin’ busy times at a neighborhood floral shop. Dutifully turnin’ over her wages to her father each payday as was the family tradition. She was the eldest daughter of an immigrant family that had adopted our country as their own.
Howard was the youngest son of a large family. He worked fer a seat cover manufacturer, helped out in the same floral shop, cut meat fer a local butcher, and tended the bar at a local tavern. They had met over a bouquet of flowers that were to be delivered to a customer that day. He later bought a bouquet fer her and the relationship blossomed.
They married and began a family. Daily there were signs of love between them. He would arise early to prepare the mornin’ coffee… quietly callin’ up the stairs when it had finished “Coffee’s done honey!” It was their special time of the day. None of us children would intrude unless we had a very important activity that needed their immediate attention. In those days dinner was at noon and the whole family gathered to celebrate the day. Many days Dad would bring a bouquet just to brighten Mom’s day. Meat and potatoes was always the fare. Most suppers were without Dad since he had already moved on to his second job fer that day. This is the example of hard work we were given growin’ up.
Mom never complained about makin’ ends meet, rather she made it an adventure. One good example was followin’ the cabbage trucks from the fields watchin’ fer the sharp turns causin’ occasional head to roll off. We would shout with glee ’cause that meant cabbage rolls that night fer supper. The joy of findin’ wild asparagus’s along the river bank, or a field full of dandelion greens that hadn’t blossomed yet, each find made us happy fer a special dish Mom would prepare in her lovin’ way.
Day by day I was given the example of love in little ways. No there were no cards or fancy boxes of chocolate but there was unbounded love. A love that fullfilled us all and all that were touched by this example.
Today I’m with my second wife. She still marvels at my attitude of love that’s expressed in many ways. I must admit the best was a repeat of one of my Dad’s examples. When I was forced to spend a few days away from my beloved I had a dozen roses delivered immediately after my departure. The card read “I miss you already !”…. Thanks Dad fer the trainin’ Thanks Mom fer makin’ me watch and learn from the “best lover available”.