And a Valentine”s History Lesson you”ll never forget
(no matter how hard you try)
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Swept away when her wagon train attempts a difficult river crossing, Ruthy MacNeil isn”t all that upset at being separated from the family who raised her. All they”ve ever done is work her to the bone. She prayed for a chance to get away, and then came the raging flood. Alive but disoriented, she”s rescued by Luke Stone…so unfortunately, there are more chances to die in her immediate future.
Luke is heading home to reclaim the ranch stolen from his family. But the men who killed his father are working hard to ensure Luke doesn”t make it alive. He has no choice but to keep moving. Still, he can”t just abandon Ruthy, so she”ll have to come along.
His friends–a ragtag group of former Civil War soldiers–take a fast interest in the pretty gal. Luke thinks that”s rather rude–he”s the one who found her. And the more time he spends around the hard-working young woman who is a mighty good cook, the more he finds himself thinking beyond revenge and toward a different future. For the first time in a long time, Luke is tempted to turn from his destructive path and be swept away by love.
AND NOW FOR MY VALENTINE”S DAY HISTORY LESSON
Which I used once before but you need to learn this so let”s review
The title of my lesson is:
WHAT? WAS FLESH COLORED PAINT ON SALE?
This is Venus, the Roman Goddess of Love and her son, Cupid, the Roman God of Love (Same last name? Who was the father? Already a scandal?)
I did a lot of reading about Cupid…
(translated to English…”that”s four hours of my life I”m never gettin” back.)
With it in mind to talk about Cupid on Valentine”s Day Week.
I actually started out to talk about St. Valentine. Except, well, the information is shady about the real St. Valentine, mostly I got, there were three Catholic priests named St. Valentine
(well, I suppose they were actually named just Valentine. The Saint came later, right?)
and they all died hideous deaths as martyrs,
the warm and romantic blog I
had in mind.
So, the St. Valentine guys had a feast day which was on February 14th.
Also on February 14th (so the legend goes) birds picked their mates which somehow got mixed up with the god of love, namely Cupid.
(hang in there, I know how boring backstory can be)
So St. Valentine”s Day became connected to this pagan holiday which was for the birds. (okay, you KNOW I had to say that)
mating is actually immortalized in a Chaucer Poem
called Parlement in Foules (Fowls??)—
For this was on seynt Volantynys day
Whan euery bryd comyth there to chese his make.
(choose his MATE? maybe?)
typos, complain to Chauer.
Cupid is sometimes young,
There are BEES on that kid…what sadist painted that?
(I checked, Lucas Cranach the Elder about 1525-
I suppose it”s too late to file charges now)
Sometimes Cupid is dang near girly, (why, oh why doesn”t Dan Brown write a DaVinci Code about the “cover-up” about Cupid being a girl??? Huh???–Nooooooooo he”s gotta go for Jesus being married. Well, fine, my next book is being outlined right now! Miss Cupid!)
But, boy or girl, child or adult, Cupid is all the time Nekkid.
What? Was there a colored paint shortage?
Flesh tones were on sale?
An artist had to make do?
I”ll encapsulate four hours of reading here.
Psyche…no, that”s a person, not a mental illness…was pretty but conceited.
Venus…also conceited…sent her son Cupid to MESS HER UP.
Cupid fell in love instead.
Venus did some payback on poor old conceited Psyche
but Psyche was so beautiful that people kept rescuing her. (BEEN THERE)
Finally Venus got control of her jealousy,
Psyche got over herself
(and put some clothes on, thank the Good Lord)
Cupid got the girl.
My gosh it”s just like one of my romance novels…
only with wings instead of a Stetson.
The end, cue the Godiva Chocolates, the Hallmark card industry
and bring on Pro-Flowers.com
This, well, this is just disturbing, I”d need a paint roller and a gallon of Little Dutch Boy to get clothes on all these people.
I”m sorry, I just don”t like people running around nekkid.
I never do it myself and don”t see why anyone else should get to.
I know, it”s art. I”ve got a friend who”s an artist.
She”s talked me through it.
The reasons for nudes, the ART of it all.
Not buying it. Put some clothes on for heaven”s sake.
And that is the story of Valentine”s Day,
minus the slow agonizing death and graphic dismemberment
of some Catholic Priests.
Enjoy your chocolates and hope and pray the roses don”t attract bees.