In a box of family memorabilia, I found a valentine.
For years I’ve had this valentine and have wondered about it. Was this a valentine that Laura received; who had given it to her? Was this one she signed her name to only never gave it to a friend? Why has it been kept all these years? Was it forgotten? Was it meant to be kept and treasured?
Laura was born in 1890. She was 21 when this valentine was signed. She would marry Hans Fink a few years later in 1914. Was the valentine from him?
This isn’t just a valentine card. It’s glimpse back to the year 1911 when someone cared enough for my great grandmother to give her a heart shaped card. It’s a look back at a time when sending real cards to someone was important. It’s a look back at a time when a simple card was treasured and revered instead of thrown out with the trash or burned in the stove.
For just a moment I am holding the card as Laura might have and we are both frozen in time. She wondering about the future; me wondering about the past, wishing I knew her.