During my childhood years there was a lovely tradition in my household – every Valentine’s Day my Dad would bring my Mom one dozen, long-stemmed American Beauty red roses which would grace the top of the television console in the living room.  You should be aware that unlike today’s mammoth fixtures, our Dumont had a 15″ screen with only a handful of television stations – however its dial also included a few radio stations as well

I still have the lovely Grecian style porcelain vase that housed the           aromatic red plumes as this had such a profound effect on my psyche that to this day – I am moved by gifts of flowers (not hinting, but…).

How did this tradition begin?  Who was St Valentine? How long has this been going on?

There were many saints named Valentine – in days of yore it was quite a common name .  Upon investigation it appears that the most probable subject of this piece was a Roman Christian priest during the First         Century, A.D. who ran afoul of the Emperor Claudius for refusing to denounce the Catholic faith, and was summarily stoned, clubbed and finally beheaded and martyred  (hard to shake off his mortal coil!) on February 14,  269.

Now this doesn’t sound like moonlight and roses – however Valentine became the Patron Saint of affianced couples, bee keepers, engaged couples, epilepsy, fainting, happy marriages, love, greetings, lovers, travellers, young people.   While this list brings up some questions on the connection amongst this seeming disparate group, we do know that St Valentine is often represented in pictures with birds and roses.

There are also several theories on which author began to associate St Valentine’s Day with romance and both are credible.  The first, seen as the first instance of a “Valentine Card” or message is attributed to Charles, the Duke of Orleans, who wrote a rondeau (a fixed form of verse based on two rhyme sounds) to his wife while imprisoned in the Tower of London.  Here is a bit of it translated:

I am already sick of love/My very gentle Valentine/Since for me you were born too soon/And I for you was born too late/God forgives him who has estranged/Me from you the whole year.

The second author is one of my favorite writers – Geoffrey Chaucer.  One of my great joys (yes as stated in another post I am an unabashed Nerd) was learning to read  Chaucer’s  stories in the original Middle English – thus getting to experience the author in all his true bawdiness (things DO get lost in translation)!  His Valentine’s mention is not risqué  – sorry, maybe I’ll treat you to a translation of a dirty tale in another post.  This is from The Parliament of Fowls:

For this was on Saint Valentine’s Day/When every bird comes there his choice to make/Of every species, that men might imagine/That earth and sea, and tree, and every lake/Was so full that there was no more space/For me to stand, so full was all of the place.

In Edmund Spencer’s epic The Faerie Queen  (1590) we actually get to see one of the first mentions of a common theme in Valentine wishes:

She bath’d with roses red, and violets blew/And all the sweetest flowers, that the forest grew.

The clichéd Valentine’s Day poem that we all recited actually can be found in the collection of English nursery rhymes Gammer Gurton’s Garland (1784):

The rose is red, the violet’s blue/The honey’s sweet,and so are you/Thou art my love and I am thine/I drew thee to my Valentine/The lot was cast and Then I drew/And Fortune said it shou’d be you.

 These saccharine verses have  been accompanied by equally sweet images of lovers, cupids, flowers and the like – and across the years  have often reflected the state of the culture.  First we have the vintage notions of Courtly Love:

Some were surprisingly erotic,  given the sensibilities

of the times:

Some were a bit weird

Here are two war-time Valentines

From my childhood:

Pop Culture:

And some that defy classification other than just plain creepy:

I leave you now with my own little ditty:

Roses are red/Violets are Blue/May your Valentine’s wishes/All come true!