First Date
This was published on Brazil
Times website on February 14 2010. I
wrote others later, but this was my first attempt at a “Valentines Day Blog”
for the only woman I’ve ever truly loved.
According to federal law the
third Monday of February is an official bank & government employee
“holiday”. These “official” holidays are something of anomalies. There are no particular traditions associated
with them, and only the lucky few get the day off.
Unfortunately the 3rd Monday
of the month can never fall on the 14th – which means Valentine’s Day will
never be an official holiday. If it were
it might be worth taking the day off. We
could even work-up some traditions to associate with the day; certainly enough
important things have happen on the fourteenth day of February, to wit:
In 270 A.D., according to on
the ground reporters, one of at least three men recognized as “Valentine”
created the first Valentine’s Day card.
The day assigned to this event is the fourteenth, presumably chosen by a
marketing company unaware of the third Monday of the month rule.
And, on Sunday February 14
1965 one Kay Allen of Normandy Missouri went on a first date with a certain
David Lewis of St Louis City
Missouri .
We had met the previous
Friday evening (Feb 12th) at Hodges Skating Rink. I remember her as being the only really
pretty girl in the place (I’ve always said I thought her to be pretty). She says she remembers me being the only
decent looking guy available. Back in
those days I usually wore a white shirt, solid color tie, and sweater. Still like sweaters, may still have that tie.
I chose her for the
“gentleman’s choice” skate. I figured it
was the only way she’d skate with me, what with being the prettiest girl there
and all. Girls can’t turn down the first
guy who shows up for gentleman’s choice.
She says now she couldn’t believe I asked her (the girl knows how to
make a guy feel good).
Our first date was a trip to
the Planetarium in St. Louis . She always remembers how we talked for
hours. I don’t quite remember, probably
means I mostly listened and observed [the only two things I’m any good at].
After our first date I told
my best friend I’d met the girl I was going to marry. As previously written, I’ve never looked back
or the right hand or the left and there is no other woman I ever loved. It was a good first date.
Over these now 45 54 years the anniversary we most
cherish is that first date. Wedding
anniversaries have tended to come and go, but we always try to do something on
Valentine’s. At least once she was in
hospital, at least once I was, and one year we were both so sick we waited to
celebrate. Somehow our (my?) tradition
has come to be not cards or flowers, but taking her to some high-class,
five-star restaurant (read as, Steak ‘n Shake).
This year I’ve decided to
celebrate the day by declaring the third Monday of February an official
holiday: Kay & David’s First Date
Anniversary. If you work for a bank or
the government, take the day off.
David L. Lewis is
an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail
at thedaddy1776@gmail.com
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