Letter: Valentine memories throughout lifetime
I remember how I felt when, in grammar school, I wrote my first valentine to my mother. I was very young and misspelled the keyword. The card read: “I enve my father.” A year or so later, a card was given to Joy LaGuardia. I still have a second-grade photo of her, missing most of her teeth. Years later, she became one of the great beauties of the neighborhood. As the years passed, there were other girls. I recall Schiavone, a girl I was too shy to kiss, but who knew much more than I did. There was Marianne, a well-remembered, raven-haired beauty, who was mysterious in her ...
