To understand my feelings about this holiday, you first have to understand that I am a child of the 1950's". As far back as I can remember, I never liked this holiday, it has always been one that I have not looked forward to and glad when it was over. I still feel the same today.
I think it all started back in school. I remember the brown lunch sacks that we all had to decorate, put our names on and then hang in the front of the classroom. This was done a few days before, so we were able to enjoy each others art work before the big day. The night before, we had to purchase our Valentines, sign them, address them and put them in the appropriate bags the next morning. Some children received more cards than their bags could hold, others didn't fair as well. I think maybe today, there are rules in place that if you give a card to one, then you give to all. I was never on the receiving end of too many or too few, but just in the middle. I hated the whole process of buying, addressing and stressing about the question, would I receive any?! Knowing what I know now, and if it were possible to go back, I would make sure the unpopular children had more than their share of Valentine Cards. I wonder if any of this haunts them today. I hope not.
My husband was in the military and so we moved every 3 to 4 yrs, sometimes overseas. When our children were in school I got a job as a floral designer. It was a good choice for me because it was a job I could continue no matter where we were stationed. I never realized the hard work florists have during the holidays. AND guess what? Karma bit me in the fanny every year for the 15 years I worked this profession. You guessed it......Valentines Day!! It wasn't uncommon to work an 80 hour week during that time of year. It starts about 5 days before the actual day, hundreds of flowers come in, they have to be cleaned and put in buckets of water. Now, we are talking hundreds of roses, all colors and on top of that, hundreds of assorted flowers, fillers and greenery. Your work days are pretty much the same hours as a normal day. The two days before is when the actual designing starts. You need to remember that this is above and beyond any other work that comes in. Your feet ache and your hands swell, you are tired and can't think. Your body is definitely on auto pilot. You keep reminding yourself you are doing this to spread the love of the day to all the happy people out there wanting to make someone else feel loved. To all the girlfriends, wives and mothers. I let my husband off the hook for the past 36 years that we have been married. I told him please, no candy, no cards and by no means, no flowers. I can say that I at least make one man on this earth very happy on Feb. 14th!!! No obligations at all.
8 comments:
thanks for sharing a peek inside of a florist's life at Valentines Day Char--they work very hard to please everyone!
Wow,I guess we never stop to think about the people who have to prepare all of those flowers. Thanks for sharing!
Well I would have to say I totally agree with you. Like most holidays in the USA and around the world, Valentines day is way to commercial. The expectations are high and the demands of buying the perfect gift for your sweetheart are even higher.
I would rather be surprised by a bouqet of flowers on day when it's not expected. Doesn't that just mean more?
Happy Thursday,
Kris
ditto what the other 3 said. Winter
I really like this post. I was a floral designer. Loved the work, but when Valentine`s Day work was completed I didn`t want to see another flower!
This will be my 37th Valentines as a floral designer..you're so right about the looonnnggg hours. After soooo long I now have aquired allergies. Mold, mildews all take a shot. I swell, break out, but I take the pills and keep on designin' I just love the biz..have since I was 12.
We sure have a lot in common. We both live in Arizona. I have done a lot of stained glass work - all after we moved here in 1989. Valentines Day - I was a school kid in the 40s and I remember we always had a big box decorated very pretty. All the kids would bring their cards and put them in the big box. Then someone would pass them out. I remember too that some kids got lots of cards and some got very few. Like you I was kind of in the middle. I got a lot but there were always people who got more. I'm glad they don't do it that way anymore. I think when my kids were in school they insisted that everybody give each one in the class a Valentine. I did like Valentine's Day though especially the year I was in the 4th grade. I was sick the day of our party and the boy I had a big crush one who lived several blocks from where I did brought my Valentines to me. I didn't even know he knew where I lived. I knew where he lived because our school bus went right by his house. (He got off before I did).
To make a long story short, I think a lot of people get very disappointed on Valentine's Day and that is not a good thing.
Charlotte
We sure have a lot in common. We both live in Arizona. I have done a lot of stained glass work - all after we moved here in 1989. Valentines Day - I was a school kid in the 40s and I remember we always had a big box decorated very pretty. All the kids would bring their cards and put them in the big box. Then someone would pass them out. I remember too that some kids got lots of cards and some got very few. Like you I was kind of in the middle. I got a lot but there were always people who got more. I'm glad they don't do it that way anymore. I think when my kids were in school they insisted that everybody give each one in the class a Valentine. I did like Valentine's Day though especially the year I was in the 4th grade. I was sick the day of our party and the boy I had a big crush one who lived several blocks from where I did brought my Valentines to me. I didn't even know he knew where I lived. I knew where he lived because our school bus went right by his house. (He got off before I did).
To make a long story short, I think a lot of people get very disappointed on Valentine's Day and that is not a good thing.
Charlotte
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