I treasure this tattered photograph of a young woman in summer dress, leaning against the rocks on the shore, her Kodak Brownie at the ready, gazing into the future. The location was her future mother-in-law’s cottage. The day was her 20th birthday, a warm day in late May 1921. The young man who took the photograph would become her husband two years later. They were my grandparents. Sixty-seven years later, he still carried this photograph in his wallet, and as my grandmother was pleased to point out, never forgot Valentine’s day.
Happy Valentine’s Day.