The Origins of Valentine’s Day

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Credit goes to my friend, Gretchen, for posting this paragraph on Facebook today.

The roots of St. Valentine’s Day lie in the ancient Roman festival of Lupercalia, which was celebrated on February 15. On Lupercalia, a young man would draw the name of a young woman and then keep her as a “companion” for the year. Pope Gelasius I was less than thrilled with this custom. So he had both young men and women draw the names of saints whom they would then emulate for the year. Instead of Lupercus, the patron of the feast became Valentine. For Roman men, it became a tradition to give out handwritten messages of admiration that included Valentine’s name. Legend has it that Charles, duke of Orleans, sent the first real Valentine card to his wife in 1415, when he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.

I did some digging because Gretchen inspired me to dig. It seems that the origins lying in the festival of Lupercalia is a story from the nineteenth century that some modern scholars dispute. Scholars like to dispute everything! What is known for certain is that Valentine’s Day is documented back to the Middle Ages in the way that we know it today. In the mid-1600s, wealthy people exchanged elaborate gifts. Writing Valentine letters became very popular in the 1700s but special Valentine stationary was not marketed and sold until the 1820s. Valentine cards were introduced in the 1840s when postage rates became standardized in England. You know how Americans are – whatever England and Europe does, we copy and make our own. A woman in Worcester, Massachusetts, received a Valentine card from England and began selling some of her own design in her father’s stationary shop. So the American birthplace of Valentine’s Day was Massachusetts!

By Valentine’s Day in 1856, however, someone published an article in the New York Times denouncing the holiday. It read, in part:

Our beaux and belles are satisfied with a few miserable lines, neatly written upon fine paper, or else they purchase a printed Valentine with verses ready made, some of which are costly, and many of which are cheap and indecent. In any case, whether decent or indecent, they only please the silly and give the vicious an opportunity to develop their propensities, and place them, anonymously, before the comparatively virtuous. The custom with us has no useful feature, and the sooner it is abolished the better.

Nobody appears to have listened to the author of the editorial though because the holiday continued to grow in popularity after the Civil War. Victorians always had a knack for making everything beautiful, idealistic, innocent and sweet, and Valentine’s Day was like a ready-made holiday for them. In the years leading up to the Civil War and directly after, Valentine cards were enormously expensive and usually had little treasures hidden in them. The late-1860s saw the cards drop in price, lose the hidden treasures, and became easily accessible to the mass production American public. That was how it became the holiday we know today.

Here are some examples of Victorian Valentines.

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>From the Darkness Risen

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I originally published this novel a few years ago. It took me years to write it. A first novel is always about trial and error, and this one went through several incarnations before I was satisfied with it. Of course, as much of a perfectionist as I am, I don’t think I will ever really be satisfied with anything I publish.

Now technology is moving into something I dreaded – digital books. I used to think digital books were a fad and I would never lower my dignity from traditionally bound tangible books to those new-fangled books read on computers. Fast forward several years to today. I have joined the digital publishing masses, a bit reluctantly so. Technology intimidates me but I have to keep up with it in order to serve the masses and reach as many people as I can. This novel is the first that I have added to Kindle and it wasn’t easy! Kindle formatting is difficult at first but I’ve gotten through it. I will be putting the rest of my books on Kindle in time as well. I think the next one going to Kindle will be Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated.

For now, here are all of the ways you can buy my novel, From the Darkness Risen, with the synopsis below the links.

US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004LX0FFW
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004LX0FFW
PDF Ebook: http://www.lulu.com/product/ebook/from-the-darkness-risen/14727760
Paperback (US): http://www.amazon.com/dp/143030488X
Paperback (UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/143030488X
Barnes & Noble Paperback: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/From-the-Darkness-Risen/Jessica-Jewett/e/9781430304883

Synopsis:

From the Darkness Risen is the first novel by upcoming author, Jessica Jewett. Set during the bloody American Civil War, From the Darkness Risen is a story of courage, valor and what it means to be a family. The novel is populated by both fictional and real characters, which gives the story a rich tapestry of American history. Isabelle and Robert Cavanaugh represent the average family – the sort of family that sent off fathers, sons and husbands to fill ranks for a noble cause. The root of their story is the importance of family, love and forgiveness.

A young couple with a toddler son, the Cavanaughs endure the explosion of civil war, separation and the struggle of keeping the family farm out of enemy hands. Robert, a captain in the Stonewall Brigade, is captured during the fight at Sand Ridge, Virginia, and taken to a Union prison in Illinois. When Isabelle hears the frightening news, she abandons her post as a nurse in Staunton, Virginia’s Confederate Army Hospital with futile hopes of securing her husband’s freedom. Along the way, Isabelle sees the brutality of war through her deeply religious sensitivity, and struggles with the traditional roles of a 1860s wife and mother against her desire to be something more. When her companion, Eva Reed, sabotages the dangerous escape, Isabelle and Robert find themselves fighting for their lives. Will they make it out of enemy territory alive?

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>In honor of Fenway Pahk…

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Since my New York plans are likely to be switched to Boston (I’m frankly happier about going there), I have collected some Boston jokes online. Consider this our guide since we’re foreigners in a really foreign land. Take notes, children.

YOU KNOW YOU’RE FROM BOSTON WHEN…

You think of Philadelphia as the Midwest.

You think it’s your God-given right to cut someone off in traffic.

You think there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R’s).

You think three straight days of 90+ temperatures is a heatwave.

All your pets are named after Celtics or Bruins.

You refer to 6 inches of snow as a “dusting.”

Just hearing the words “New York” puts you in an angry mood.

You don’t think you have an attitude.

You always ‘bang a left’ as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it.

Everything in town is “a five minute walk.”

When out of town, you think the natives of the area are all whacked.

You still can’t bear to watch highlights from game 6 of the 1986 World Series.

You have no idea what the word compromise means.

You believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness.

You don’t realize that you walk and talk twice as fast as everyone else.

You’re anal, neurotic, pessimistic and stubborn.

You think if someone is nice to you, they must want something or are from out of town.

Your favorite adjective is “wicked.”

You think 63 degree ocean water is warm.

You think the Kennedy’s are misunderstood.

WHEN WE SAY ________ WE MEAN…

Bizah – odd
Flahwiz – roses, etc.
Hahpahst – minutes after the hour
Hahwahya? – how are you?
Khakis – what we staht the cah with
Pissah – superb
Retahded – silly
Shewah – of course
Wikkid – extremely
Yiz – you, plural
Popcahn – popular snack

HOW WE’LL KNOW YOU WEREN’T BON HEAH:

You wear a Harvard sweatshirt.
You ask directions to “Cheers.”
You order a grinder and a soda.
You follow soccer.
You eat at Durgin Park.
You pronounce it “Worchester” or Glouchester.”
You call it “COPELY” square.

DEFINITIONS:

Frappes have ice cream; milk shakes don’t.

If it’s fizzy and flavored, it’s tonic. Soda is club soda. Pop is dad. When we mean tonic WATER, we say tonic WATER.

The smallest beer is a pint.

Scrod is whatever they tell you it is, usually fish.

If you paid more than $6 a pound, you got scrod.

It’s not a water fountain, it’s a bubblah.

It’s not a trash can, it’s a barrel.

It’s not a shopping cart, it’s a carriage.

It’s not a purse, it’s a pockabook.

Brown bread comes in a can. You open both ends, push it out, heat it and eat it with baked beans.

They’re not franks, they’re haht dahgs. Franks are money in France.

THINGS NOT TO DO:

Don’t call it Beantown.

Don’t pahk your cah in Hahvid Yahd. They’ll tow it to Meffa (Medford) or Slumaville (Sommerville).

Don’t swim in the Charles, no matter what Bill Weld tells you.

Don’t sleep in the Common.

Don’t wear orange in Southie on St. Patrick’s Day.

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW:

There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two courthouses and two Hancock buildings (one old, one new).

Route 128 is also I-95. It is also I-93.

It’s the Sox, The Pats (or Patsies if they’re losing), the Seltz, the Broons.

The underground train is not the subway. It’s the T and it doesn’t run all night (fah chrysakes, this ain’t Noo Yawk).

GETTING AROUND:

Pay no attention to the street names. There’s no school on School Street, no court on Court Street, no dock on Dock Square, no water on Water Street. Back Bay streets are in alphabetical odda. Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth. So are South Boston streets: A, B, C, D.

If the streets are named after trees (Walnut, Chestnut, Cedar), you’re on Beacon Hill. If they’re named after poets you’re in Wellesley.

All avenues are properly referenced by their nicknames: Comm Ave, Mass Ave., Dot Ave.

Dot is Dorchester, Rozzie Roslindale, JP is Jamaica Plain. Readville doesn’t exist.

THE NORTH-EAST-SOUTH-WEST THING:

Southie is South Boston. The South End is the South End. Eastie is East Boston. The North End is east of the West End.

The West End and Scollay Square are no more-a guy named Rappaport got rid of them one night.

The geographical center of Boston is in Roxbury. Due north of the center we find the South End. This is not to be confused with South Boston, which lies directly east from the South End. North of the South End is East Boston and southwest of East Boston is the North End. Backbay was filled in years ago.

BASIC RULES FOR DRIVING IN BOSTON
(subject to change at any time):

When on a one way street, stay to the right to allow oncoming traffic to pass.

Never, ever, stop for a pedestrian unless he flings himself under the wheels of your car.

The first parking space you see will be the last parking space you see. Grab it.

Double park in the North End of Boston, unless triple parking is available.

Learn to swerve abruptly. Boston is the home of slalom driving, thanks to the Registry of Motor Vehicles, which puts potholes in key locations to test drivers’ reflexes and keep them on their toes.

Never get in the way of a car that needs extensive bodywork.

Always look both ways when running a red light.

Honk your horn the instant the light changes.

Breakdown lanes are not for breaking down, but for speeding, especially during rush hour. Breakdown lanes may also end without warning causing traffic jams as people merge back in.

Never use directional signals when changing lanes. They only warn other drivers to speed up and not let you in.

Making eye contact revokes your right of way.

Never pass on the left when you can pass on the right.

Whenever possible, stop in the middle of a crosswalk to ensure inconveniencing as many pedestrians as possible. And if a pedestrian ahead of you steps in the road, speed up loudly and chase him back up on the curb. Peds have no rights.

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