16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, February 14, 1912: I didn’t get any valentines today, although they would have been accepted if I had. Our future teacher arrived at school this morning, but he isn’t going to commence until next Monday. Gee whiz, but he is tall. I wonder if I will like him, but I think I will.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma sounds kind of sad that she didn’t get any valentines. Though getting nothing was probably better than she deserved since she only sent ugly, vinegar valentines.
Is it worse to be ignored than to get a vinegar valentine?