Let’s get to the meat of Valentine’s Day.
Long ago there was a Roman celebration for the gods Lupercus and Faunus called Lupercalia. It was held on February 15th. It’s said that men would pick a woman’s name out of a box and then the couple would be paired for a year until the next celebration. This continued until a Roman priest named Valentine came along and defied the Emperor Claudius II. Back then soldiers were not allowed to married or have fiancées because it was said to distract them to have someone back home when they should be fighting. Well, Valentine came along and started performing marriages in secret. When he was found out, they killed him (romantic huh?) on February 14th and he was made a saint by Christianity. Now with the dates so close and Christianity on the rise, they simply moved the date of Lupercalia back and voila! we have Valentines Day!
Approximately 1 billion Valentine’s Day cards are sent each year. Most are signed to teachers, children, mothers, wives, and sweethearts.
From a yahoo article on the origin of Valentine’s Day it says: The expression “wearing your heart on your sleeve” comes from a Valentine’s Day party tradition. Young women would write their names on slips of paper to be drawn by young men. A man would then wear a woman’s name on his sleeve to claim her as his valentine.
Now this is where I have to confess that when I was in elementary school and we handed out Valentine’s Day cards, I would buy enough cards for everyone in my class plus one for myself so that I would have more Valentine’s than anyone else! I was a precocious child, I own it.
Do you remember those boxes? And how you would hope that the guy you thought was cute would drop one in that had nothing to do with being a great friend? I do!
So give me your Valentine’s stories, your traditions. Do you celebrate at all or is Valentine’s Day a year round extravaganza?