Just a note to keep in touch
And then to mention, too
How really grand I think it is
To know someone like you.
Please write to me. OK. and send a picture of you every year.
I was thinking this morning about Valentine’s Day and our school party tomorrow when it suddenly occurred to me that this very special valentine is in a scrapbook on my bookshelf. Of course I had to take a look at it and revisit that sweet time in my life when B. G. was “my guy”. I was very serious about our relationship, as serious as an eleven-year-old girl can be. I even got called to the principal’s office after an ugly argument with another girl who thought she could steal him away. I called her a “gold digger” and threatened to slap her.
B. G. and I walked home from school together each day. It was over a mile to our homes and the trip included walking across the overpass above a busy highway. I was so thankful for his company and our long talks. And of course he carried my books! We never kissed; I don’t even remember holding hands. We were both far too shy for such behavior. I just liked his easy-going personality and quick wit.
I also appreciated his “status” in the community. We worked in the fields and lived behind a bar. His parents owned the grocery store next door and they lived above it. I could see myself being the wife of a fine upstanding businessman. When I was in my twenties a fellow classmate informed me that B.G. and his brother had both remained in the grocery business, as managers of a major chain store.
Alas, as you might guess from the message in the card, we moved before the year was over. Ironically we returned to the area the next year, but by then B.G. had another girlfriend and I had new plans and ideas. A short time later I had moved on to “serious” boyfriend number two. I have a Christmas card and Valentine, and a “good-bye” card from him. Unfortunately we moved to Oklahoma and I didn’t see him again for about twenty years. Gary and I were at the movies with our children when I saw him across the parking lot with his wife and children. I hope he found as much happiness as I have.