St. Valentine and The ElaborateVictorian Valentine Cards

It seems the month of hangovers , "Never Agains", and broken resolutions gives way quickly to yet another Festive Day. February 14th St. Valentines Day.

It is rapidly sneaking up on us as the snow melts.

I´m always happy to see the small business man flourish, so if family run florists sell hundreds of roses and more flowers than any other day in Winter, I am truly glad for them

Cards are a different matter. !

Many look very pretty, some are truly romantic, but....... Oh

please spare us the sickly sweet verses inside some cards.

Some are so bad they make me want to start a campaign for "Bring back the Vomitorium!".

Or maybe a warning should be put on the woerst offenders, such as " Reading the verse inside can cause extreme nausea."

Who IS St Valentine anyway?. Did he send romantic cards I wonder? Highly unlikely. According to the Encyclopedia Brittanica there were 2 St Valentines , both Italian, One a Bishop and the other a Priest. Both executed on the same day for remaining loyal to their faith.

No sign of hearts and flowers there, then.

How about the Victorian Era? Ah! The Victorians really helped to put St Valentines day on the map, so to speak.

Boy! Did they know how to make a Valentine Card?. Just how much lace can anyone put on a small piece of card?

The Victorians went to an enormous amount of trouble to make elaborate Valentine cards.

Many had to be placed in a box to be carried. No chance of an envelope dropping through the letter box with the weight on some of these amazing cards.

What I found surprising was that apparently many humurous cards in that era went from the slightly saucy to the downright bawdy.! So much for the prudish image of a Victorian Lady.

I guess it is as well that we are all different. It would be a very boring world if we were all the same. Some cards that have me reaching for the sick bag , would enthrall and bring tears to the eyes of another person.


On Valentine´s day

Oh give me armfuls of bluebells,

From the nearest wood you can find.

I don´t need expensive presents,

Just you, at your best, being kind.


Red Roses are great, if you can afford them,

But bluebells, from childhood, I´ve simply adored them

Only be careful, please, when it comes to a card,

Read the verse carefully, read it hard.


A romantic verse can be beautiful,

but remember the sickly.... sweet

verses that would cause me to

start my campaign, to bring back

that Ancient Antique,

The Vomitorium.......!

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epigramman 3 years ago

Personally speaking , I need more than just one day to be show you how I really feel about you - so I am thankful there are 364 other days to choose from and each one of them is always a grand day when we hook up together my dear sweet and talented friend.

Sending you only the most pure of my warmest wishes to you on this typical late January day of snow, ice and - rain? lake erie time ontario canada 12:44pm


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

You say the sweetest things...

Sending you warm wishes too from a very rainy , washing the snow away, England.


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epigramman 3 years ago

...actually isn't that amazing .... the same thing is happening here ...weather wise.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Quite a coincidence considering all the miles between us. Take care.


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Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

Wonderful words Dim and have a great day.

Eddy.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thanks Eddy. Best wishes to you for every day.


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Micky Dee 3 years ago

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

But Bluebells,

Are the flowers for you.

A hot-house orchid,

Or a hybrid rose?

But you are a hug, a kiss,

Or maybe warm prose.

You are a woodsy,

Flower wild,

And should you not be,

A Flower Child?


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Ha Ha. Oh How I love this. In my heart I´m still a flower child despite becoming a great grandmother.

I shall print this poem and hold it dear to me. Thank you, Micky.

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