February is the time for Valentines and Love. Evidently the readers of this column don't have any "love" stories that they want us to know except for Shirley Reimenschneider. Shirley told me about her love story.
Her story was that in 1994, she made a resolution to clean her whole house and to get rid of her memorabilia. She came across an old shoe box filled with homemade and purchased Valentines from all her family members. She spent the days going through these items filled with tears and smiles.
She submitted her story to the Record-Courier Best Valentine's Day Story Contest in 1995. She won third prize which was a gift certificate to Randall's Dress Shop. She tells me she still has that dress and can still wear it!
My best Valentine story was when I was in second grade. We passed Valentines around the class and then the teacher had the boys stand up in front of the class and pick two girls as their Valentine. The boy who picked me was, I thought, the cutest boy in the class. The years went by and we went to high school.
He turned out to be the best looking boy in school (and he knew it). I doubted he even knew who I was those years. We went on with our lives. He married a couple of times, and I believe he was once a TV newscaster. He came back to our reunions but barely spoke, but on our 50th reunion he told me that I was his favorite girlfriend in elementary school. I was thrilled until I observed him telling, not one but two other girls, "You were my favorite girlfriend in elementary school."
One of my loves (besides my family, of course) is my next door neighbor, Karen, and her three daughters. She is always there for us when we have a need. Recently when my husband was in Akron City Hospital for six days, she took me to the hospital. Two weeks ago, her daughter brought us over Valentine cookies.
My husband loves her also as she and her daughters help him put the hay bales in the barn. They can lift 40- and 50-pound bales (except for the youngest as she is only 12.) Karen and girls also take care of my two cats when we go on vacation. She even takes one of them into her house (and they have no pets).Yes, I love my neighbor, and I hope all of you have neighbors as great as mine.
Another one of my loves is my dentist! (What you say?) Yup, I love my Rootstown dentist, Dr. David Solitt. I have been going to see him for so long and so often that I have met his Mom, Dad and wife. (I haven't as yet met the four kids and the dogs, however.) I love him because he listens when I complain and has taught his gals who work for him to do so also. I love him because he has a steady hand.
Not long ago I was in his chair and he was ready to give me a shot of Novocaine, when the headrest moved and my head jerked. His hand was about five inches from my nose. His hand never moved or I could have had a numb nose or worse. I love my dentist because he lets me bring in my music CDs so that I can listen to music for long procedures.
Needless to say, he does good work. (So far I don't have dentures, yet!) Yup, I love my dentist (I might love him even more if he would buy a more comfortable chair for me to sit in at his waiting room).
Next month is my least favorite month, March. March is 31 days long and for my full-time working friends, not one day off of work for a holiday. During my working days, income tax was due. (Someone had the good sense to move it.) Mother Nature can't seem to decide if it is winter or summer during this time. Obviously, the Ides of March was not a good time for Julius Caesar as he was stabbed 23 times.
(From Wikipedia) March 1 is Self-Injury Awareness Day (watch yourself); March 14 is Save a Spider Day (I don't think I will be observing this day); and oh of course, there is March Madness. This is when a bunch of fans go mad over basketball.
Equinox Earth Day occurs between March 19 to March 21, so does Nowruz -- New Year's Day -- in Iran (not observing this one, either.) Prince Kuhio Day is March 26, which is a state holiday in Hawaii (I would like to be there to observe this one -- but won't be). Easter Sunday this year is on March 31. (Easter is the first Sunday after the first full moon -- usually occurring in April.) Therefore, you probably will not see a column from me next month unless something awesome happens.
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