Farewell to This Childish Heart!

Yes, this is the final post for this year's MY SIXTIES VALENTINE.

Don't miss the word "So" under the boy barber's chin.

You can tell by this one that we didn't care if we gave a boy-seeking-girl valentine to another boy.  The rules required you to give EVERYONE in your class a valentine.  Tough luck if a boyish one went to a girl, or the other way around.

No explanation as to how that cat's paw could handle a three-hole bowling ball.

Well, that's it for this year, fellow heartthrobs!  Come back on Monday for a month of TREKKING WITH CLIPPINGS!

 

Kindergarten Romance -- Not!

Here's the as-yet-unshared valentines I received in 1962 for Valentine's Day, in Mrs Pickell's kindergarten class. 

But first the pouch they came in.

Sad to say, I can't put a face or even a last name to David B.

Similarly, I don't remember playing with a Margaret.

I'm pretty sure that this Paula was Paula Bland.

Check back on Thursday, which due to the frabjous happenstance of this being a Leap Year, we'll have one more installment of MY SIXTIES VALENTINE.

It's a date (in a purely platonic way)!