Love is in the air! Get beautiful for your Valentine! Get ready for your special nite out! Hair washed and styled (romantic up-dos a specialty!) for only $20!
Stop by the shop today, located at 347 Greenwood St., in Quinsig Village!
Below: Lovely Shear Dimension receptionist Tamar – one of Rosalie’s favorite people to see during her work day!
A Howland Valentine – one of the many Worcester Valentine’s you can check out at the WHM!
… to the Worcester Historical Museum, 30 Elm Street. And the museum’s Salisbury Mansion.
Celebrate the WHM’s 140th birthday!
10 am to 4 pm at the Worcester Historical Museum
1 pm to 4 pm at the Salisbury Mansion.
Activities, 10 am to 3 pm:
Make your very own Valentine!
B-day cupcakes and more!
FREE to ALL! Have FUN!!
Tomorrow and Thursday!
Come to one of the Worcester Historical Museum’s Valentine-making workshops and learn about historic Worcester Valentine styles and techniques!
Get a chance to make your own Valentine to enter into the museum’s Valentine Contest or make cards for family and friends!
Parents, bring kids in grades 3 – 6
Wed., January 14
4 pm – Children’s Room, Main Library at Salem Square
Thursday, January 15
4 pm – Great Brook Valley Branch Library
For more information, please call 508.799.1671
By Sue Moynagh
St. Valentine was a priest who assisted early Christians in Rome during a time of persecution and was supposedly arrested and beheaded when he refused to renounce his faith. His death is said to have taken place on February 14, 270. What does this have to do with hearts and love and all of the other Valentine’s Day traditions? Nothing really, but sometime afterwards, church elders replaced a heathen celebration in which boys drew lots with the names of girls, surely for no good purpose, with the celebration of St. Valentine’s Day. Apparently, some of the pagan tradition lived on, but in a manner more suitable for Christianity. It became, over time, a day for lovers and for children, friends.
Valentine’s Day is the perfect holiday for February. Those big red hearts give that color and vitality that remind us that there could be life and passion in the middle of a colorless, cold winter. For children in St. Casimir’s school, which I attended in the late ‘50’s and early 60’s, Valentine’s Day gave a welcome break from the usual school routine of studying for exams or writing essays. For some of us, though, it was a holiday that stirred up mixed emotions.
I was one of the unpopular kids. Although we did not use the terms “nerd,” “dweeb,” or “uncool,” you knew if you didn’t belong to any clique or pack of kids, you were an object of contempt and scorn. I was as nerdy as they came. I had thick glasses that always managed to become lopsided and were often held together with adhesive tape. My teeth were crooked and my face usually sported cat scratches. Of course, when adolescence hit, I had a good crop of zits. I never dressed well, was never quite pulled together when we were out of school uniform. Great target for bullies. And I was bullied, by girls and boys, physically and verbally. At recess, I would sit in some corner, trying to make myself smaller, invisible, so that these kids would just leave me alone. Valentine’s Day was a day for showing friendship, and I had no friends. But I always had hope that things would change.
Simple, single- sided cards were available by the box in any five and ten store. “Be my Valentine” or some other saying was printed prominently on a big heart. We also made cards in school for parents, and at home for friends. I went for quantity over quality. I cranked out cards of various shapes and sizes, using paper doilies and construction paper hearts which were gaudily covered with glitter and stars. The red, white and pink color scheme was too boring for me, and I used almost every color in my Crayola box. There was no one to share them with, so I kept them for myself.
My mother always bought enough cards to give to all of the kids in my class, and it was a big class, over thirty kids. She insisted, as did many other parents, that everyone in the class would receive a card. I knew very well that I would not be receiving cards from everyone, especially the class bullies. One of the more creative girls or perhaps the homeroom nun herself, designed a big Valentine card box covered with shiny paper and pink and red hearts. We placed our cards inside and waited eagerly until Valentine’s Day was upon us.
One of the teacher’s pets was picked to call out the names or pass out the cards, a time of high anxiety if you were unpopular. I knew my heart would pound as names were called. As the cards were distributed, I would frantically pray: “Dear God, let me get at least one card. Please, let me get more than one card.” A small pile of cards answered my prayers. Not the whole class, but enough to ease my anxiety and put a smile on my face. It never occurred to me that other parents made their kids give cards to everybody in the class. I didn’t question whether or not these small symbols of affection were true gestures of friendship. I lovingly put the cards into my book bag as if they were treasures.
In high school, this practice was discontinued. Girls in the all- girl Ascension Catholic High School were getting cards and gifts from boy friends. In school, we often had cake or candy at study period, good enough for me. I particularly enjoyed the little hearts with cute sayings on them. Over time, Valentine’s Day became just another day.
I imagine some things have changed over the years. I still see boxes of cards for sale, so I assume they still pass out cards at school. I guess some things have changed. Cards are created using computers, and messages of love and friendship are sent via email. But there are tons of Valentine’s Day gift options. Go through any store and see stuffed animals, balloons, candy, pastry and jewelry, all with the holiday theme. I do hope that things have changed in the schools, though, and that kids will learn to be more accepting of those who are different. I hope that when cards and gifts go out, everyone will be included, and no one has to worry needlessly that there will be nothing for them. Valentine’s Day will then truly be a day of love and friendship – for all!
… this Valentine’s Day. It’s great to be checking ICT drop-off points and finding the ICT fairies have ALREADY delivered a few InCity Times! I guess our loyal readers decided that NEMO would not stop them from enjoying their rag! Shows me we’re a part of folks’ lives/routines!
Here’s another HEART song (Nancy and Ann singing Elton) – a Heart-felt thanks to our loyal readers! (click on link below hearts to have a listen.) – R. Tirella
Three “hearts” for you on Val Day! Click on links below pics to hear amazing female artists! The stuff I grew up on – and still love to listen to. It’s not about whoring up (well, not all the time), ladies and gents. It’s about self-expression, being talented and strong … seeing the universe in a grain of Worcester street salt … (LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Linda’s song.)
– R. Tirella
Free and open to the public!
For kids of all ages! Come to one of the Worcester Historical Museum’s two Valentine-making workshops and learn about historic Worcester Valentine styles and techniques. Get a chance to make your own Valentine to enter into our Valentine Contest or make cards for family and friends.
Tues., January 17, 3:00-4:30 pm
Great Brook Valley Branch Library,Worcester
Wed., January 18, 3:00-4:30 pm
Children’s Room, Main Library at Salem Square
By William S. Coleman III
In the 1970 blockbuster film Love Story starring Ryan O’Neal and Ali MacGraw, two students from different classes of society, Oliver “Preppy” was rich and Jennifer, his love, was working-class they fell in love against the wishes of Preppy’s rich father. This movie takes us through a rollercoaster ride into the many emotions and deep feelings of the passions of love. From that movie comes the eternal phrase of young innocent love: “Love is never having to say you’re sorry.”
Love is an emotion for all times. When it’s good, it’s real good. But when you hurt from a broken heart or a deep trust has been broken or you feel someone has fallen short of your expectations, the hurt and pain will send you into a seemingly endless spiral of deep depression and regret.
Love is challenging. When I think of the music of love and how the lyrics talk to your heart. Continue reading For Valentines everywhere: Understanding love through music
By Ronald L. O’Clair
Growing up around the old “Four Corners,” neighborhood (the intersection of Cambridge and Southbridge Streets), there was only one place to go to buy a Valentine’s Day card, and that would have been the College Square Pharmacy, located right there on one of the Four Corners.
Mr. Morris Hurowitz, the proprietor of the establishment, sold many different things, and greeting cards were among them. He had a soda fountain behind the counter that had not been in use for some time before I ever walked through the door for the first time sometime in late 1969.
I may have been there before that, as my brother and I stayed briefly on Caro Street earlier that year and used to walk down to the old A & P Supermarket located diagonally across from the harmacy, I know this because one of those times we walked down to the A & P, made our purchases, walked back under the I-290 overpass under construction, and were just about to turn onto Caro Street, when the overpass fell onto several cars and an Oil Tanker, resulting in one heck of an explosion and fire.
We were very fortunate not to have been under it at the time it collapsed.
We were living there on Caro Street, just the two of us, with either a social worker, or I believe now it must have been a foster parent, for a short time while my parents were getting divorced, and my mother was hospitalized at the time. I’d be interested to know the exact date of the tragic overpass collapse, as it would help me to put a chronological order to the memories I have of my childhood during that most eventful time.
I know that my brother Donald and I were shuffled around quite a bit, we stayed on a farm somewhere for a time that butchered a bull that I had come to know. We were served him for dinner one night. I found it difficult to eat the meat from the bull I considered my friend.
We stayed together in our separation from the rest of the family, even spent most of the school year up in Maine with my Aunt Edna, where I watched spellbound as man walked on the moon on the 20th of July, 1969.
After the divorce, we were returned to the custody of our mother, Evelyn, who had an apartment at 28 Princeton Street, just a short distance from the Four Corners. The neighborhood of the Four Corners was a vibrant place, with all sorts of businesses grouped around the intersection on both sides of Southbridge Street. We attended Cambridge Street Elementary School. When they decided to widen Southbridge Street, they tore the heart out of the neighborhood in the name of progress. They demolished all the businesses on the other side of the street from the pharmacy.
I may even have gone there with one or both of my parents when they were still married and had owned a house at 30 Lewis Street some years before we had moved to Oak Pond Avenue in Millbury, the last address that our family shared as a complete unit.
But I do remember going in the pharmacy to browse through the greeting cards looking for that special card for my Valentine. There were many different ones, and I agonized over the choices for quite some time, as I wanted it to be the most perfect Valentine ever for my Valentine.
Having been separated from our mother for quite some time, living with foster families, and our Aunt Edna, when we finally came back to our fractured home, I felt awkward at first, hardly recognizing my own mother. But her love for me broke through all the barriers, and I once again felt the intensity of her love for her children, which I gladly reciprocated in kind.
That year, my Valentine was my mother, and I was happy to have her back in my life.