2010.02.09
Terrific Tuesday: No Mas! but Happy Valentine's Day
Hey it's Terrific Tuesday again! How's everything in your neck of the woods?
"No mas!" for those who don't know, is Spanish for "No more." I think it could be the rallying cry across the Mid-Atlantic as far as snow is concerned. Ah, but it could be so much worse and is liable to be if the strong winds knock out power later on.
Valentine's Day is right around the corner. It brings to mind times long ago when we school children made Valentine's boxes, carefully addressed cheap Valentines and gave the most romantic one to the class cute boy. Quite honestly I just signed, "Guess Who?" Out there in reader land some former classmate will go, "So that's who that Valentine was from!" Except I kinda think he had a box full of Guess Who's that corresponded with the number of girls in class.
The year I was in the third grade in Mrs. Strickler's class at Breckinridge Elementary, we had Valentine folders hanging on the bulletin board. Strangely, I can seldom recall where I left my car keys, but I sure can recall that Valentine's Day. I cut out red and pink paper hearts and glued them all over my folder. It was the only year I ever got a prize for my work on Valentine recepticles. The Riley twins as I recollect, generally won with just gorgeous creations. I may have won because my mom was room mother that year. Who knows and it doesn't matter. Maybe it was a piece of pop art afer all.
Yet the significance of that Valentine Day is that I missed the party...an ear infection brought me down. In those days we didn't rush out to the doctor to get an antibiotic. Like as not, one suffered through it until the eardrum ruptured. My grandmother Vesta Mills of Roanoke fancied herself a folk healer. She called my problem a "Rising in my ear." Her treatment prescribed to my mother was to put warm sweet oil in my ear, stuff it with cotton from the aspirin bottle and finish it off with my laying with my head on a heating pad until the "Rising" burst. Then the infection drained out. Ewww! Afterward, the ear was kept filled with cotton until it quit hurting when the wind blew. No joke. That is exactly what happened the Valentine's Day when I was eight years old!
As if that was not bad enough, my mother as "room mother" still had to take cupcakes to the party at school. Gloom, despair and agony on me. Daddy came home early and sat in the living room with me as the stuff drained from my ear. I watched her pull out of the driveway with her world famous devils food cupcakes with pink cherry flavored icing on top. Tucked in a white coat box on tin foil, they looked like Valentine heaven. She took a lunch bag full of my Valentine's to place in the folders on the bulletin board. I was a complete Valentine invalid.
Hours, days and weeks passed as I waited for her to come home. Daddy sang songs to me and told me to quit being silly. I guess he could tell his efforts to cheer me up were not working so he skipped to the chase. He went out to his car and returned with a brown bag. He pulled a red heart shaped box full of chocolates from from the bag and said "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby Sis!"
In the basement of my house in a red tub, I still have that box. I kept it all of my life. It has traveled across the years as a symbol that even when times are good and bad nonetheless, that some body out there is going to bring you a Valentine box of chocolates. It'll get you through the rough spots. Mom returned with the Valentine folder and a blue ribbon. My folder overflowed with good wishes from friend and foe alike. Much to my happy surprise she had kept a dozen cupcakes hidden in the pantry. After we had a stew supper cooked on the wood stove all day, we ate heavenly cherry iced devils food cupcakes.
Both of my parents were good folks. My mother was a straight arrow with a serious side and an often funny bone that Dad encouraged. I was always a "Daddy's Girl," though. He was my hero for all of his years and not a day goes by that I don't repeat one of his millions of saying--funny, prophetic, sometimes a curse word or a naughty joke. I am pretty certain he was my biggest fan as well. I was Martin to his Lewis. We were two of a kind.
I miss him everyday....
Now a bit of advice from this folk healer of sorts. If you have a friend or loved one going through tough times, nothing works like a heart shaped box of chocolates given from the heart! Chase that with cherry iced cupcakes! Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours!
Valentine Party Cherry Iced Cupcakes
1 dozen baked devils food cupcakes
1 stick of butter, softened
1 pound of confection's sugar
1 tsp full of cherry flavoring
12 maraschino cherries, stems on
1 tbsp maraschino cherry juice
Cream the butter and sugar, thinning with a drop or two of water, until the icing is rich and creamy. Add cherry flavoring and cherry juice for a light pink color. Then liberally ice the cupcakes, form a peak in the middle of each and perch a maraschino cherry stem up on all twelve. Enjoy!














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