Lent

Day 1: Valentine’s Day 2024

Today is a busy Wednesday. Not only is it Valentine’s day, it’s also Ash Wednesday. I have put a lot of thought into what my first post would be for this Lent season. A week ago I thought I would start with one of the writing prompts I wrote in my journal to flesh out Ravenmaster book two. Yesterday, I started planning a post about the different branches of Christianity because my students and I were talking about how they have different names for the same faith. But on my way to work this morning I was listening to the radio. The DJs were playing fact or crap about Valentine’s Day facts. I found them so interesting, which has prompted me into a deeper dive of this hallmark holiday. 

Well, let me rephrase that. Valentine’s Day, Saint Valentine’s Day, or the Feast of Saint Valentine is not a hallmark holiday. Yes, that is what it has morphed into. However, that is not how it began. Like most things, over time, the true meaning has faded away. Let’s start at the beginning, with a fest day. 

Since the 8th century, the Roman Catholic church has celebrated the Feast of Saint Valentine on February 14th. The Eastern Orthodoxy celebrates the feast day on July 6th. Here is where things get crazy. There is an ongoing argument about the establishment of the feast day. Some claim that in 496 Pope Gelasius I, proclaimed that this day would honor all with the name Valentine. “… whose names are justly reverenced among men, but whose acts are known only to God.” But an anonymous source wrote almost a hundred years after Pope Gelasius’ death. Color me purple, but I’m a little jaded about believing anonymous no matter what century they come from.

However, the Catholic Encyclopedia (who knew there was such a thing) and other hagiography (the biography of saints and leaders ect.) do point to three men who may be the St. Valentine. One a priest and the other a bishop of Interamna being murdered in two different cities, on the same day, just outside Rome. Some believe that these two men might be the same men. The third man met his death in a Roman province of Africa. Apart from the number of companions who died alongside him, there is scarce information available. Eleven other saints share the name Valentine. However, February 14th claimed the lives of only three individuals. 

Victim 1:

Valentinus was a priest or Bishop of Terni, in Italy. The man was placed under house arrest for preaching about Jesus. Despite being incarcerated, he still preached about his faith to all who would listen. One being a judge with a blind daughter. The judge challenged Valentinus’ faith. He said if Valentinus could restore his daughter’s sight, he would do whatever the man asked of him. Valentinus laid hands on the eyes and she could see again. Valentinus instructed the judge to destroy all the false idols around his house, fast for three days, and be baptized. Not only did the judge fulfill the man’s request, but he also freed all the Christian inmates and instructed the adults and servants of his household to be baptized as well. 

However, Valentinus got into trouble again and the authorities arrested him for preaching the word of the Lord. Arriving in Rome, he met the emperor Claudius II. Things were going well, all things considered, for Valentinus, until he tried to convert Claudius to Christianity. Because Valentinus refused to denounce his faith, Claudius sentenced him to death. Valentinus was beaten with clubs and beheaded on February 14th 269.

Allegedly, before his execution, he wrote a letter to the judge’s daughter and signed it “from your Valentine.”

Victim 2: 

There is a legend from the 3rd century, more fitting for the holiday, of a priest who would secretly perform Christian weddings. These weddings would allow the husbands the ability to escape joining Claudius’ army. Which was troublesome to the emperor since he was low on men. According to the legend, Saint Valentine is said to have cut hearts from parchment “to remind these men of their vows and God’s love”, providing the origin of hearts on Valentine’s Day. Adding to the holiday lore, the priest wore a purple amethyst ring with a cupid engraved in it. Cupid was a legal symbol in the Roman Empire. The soldiers would recognize the ring and ask them to perform the marriage. Because of its association with Valentine, the amethyst became known as the birthstone of February and was believed to have the power to attract love.

Okay, so now we know that two men that were allegedly murdered for love. One for his love of the Lord and the other for hosting a few weddings and becoming a pain in the butt of an emperor. There are those who believe that Valentine’s day was created to circumvent a Roman pagan holiday promoting health and fertility. Knowing the Catholic church and their love for a good fest day, why wouldn’t they baptize a pagan holiday? They’ve done it before many times.  

But how did the death of men turn into the romantic flower giving, chocolate eating holiday we celebrate today? Where is the romance? For that, we turn to 14th century England and a famous poet Chaucer. In his poem, Parlement of Foules, there is a stanza about a dream vision. In this dream, we find the earliest references of St. Valentine’s Day is for lovers.

Poem Summary: 

The poem begins with Cicero, a Roman statesman, falling asleep while reading a book. That’s when Scipio Africanus the Elder, a Roman General, appears and guides to a gate. Think Dante’s Inferno, nothing good is beyond the gate. Cicero passes through the gate and heads to Venus’s temple, lined with doomed lovers. Rather than humans fighting for love, there are three male eagles vying for the affection of one female. (And Chaucer, being Chaucer, he makes it comical.) The birds have a parliament for the female to decide who will win her heart. The males all present their case for the female’s heart, in which a comical debate breaks out until Nature herself ends the debate. None of the males persuaded Nature that they deserve the female. The female asks Nature if she may put off her decision until next year? Nature allows it, ruling that it is the right of the female to decide and have the free will to choose her mate. Nature allows other birds to pair off. Cicero’s dream ends with a song and the welcoming of spring. He is unsatisfied with the dream and returns to reading. 

“For this was on Saint Valentine’s Day
When every bird comes there to choose his match
Of every kind that men may think of
And that so huge a noise they began to make
That earth and air and tree and every lake
Was so full, that not easily was there space
For me to stand—so full was all the place.”

Outside of the poem, there are even more developments in the romantic holiday. The first annual celebration of love is the 1400’s where there is the alleged Charter of the Court of Love issued by Charles VI of France at Mantes-la-Jolie. It is said to be lavish festivities attended by members of the royal court, where they feasted and listened to amorous song and poetry competitions, jousting and dancing. The attending ladies would hear and rule on disputes from lovers. Charles’s queen Isabeau of Bavaria held this party, while they waited out the plague.

Charles, Duke of Orléans, wrote the earliest surviving Valentine in 1415 to his wife while he was held in the Tower of London. 

“Je suis desja d’amour tanné
Ma tres doulce Valentinée…”

— Charles d’Orléans,

Margery Brewes to her future husband, John Paston, wrote the oldest English Valentine in 1477. She wrote “my right well-beloved Valentine”.  

Ophelia mentioned Valentine’s Day in William Shakespeare’s Hamlet (1600–1601):

“To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn’d his clothes,
And dupp’d the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.”

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5

Two hundred and forty-seven years later, in Worcester Massachusetts, the first mass-produced Valentines of embossed paper lace were sold. Esther Howland based her Valentine’s on the English Valentine she received the year prior. Two years later, in 1849, Graham’s American Monthly deemed St. Valentine’s day to be a national holiday.

Celiac Disease Gfree Living

Holiday Isolation

The holiday season is meant to bring people together. Some families fight over politics and religion, others battle over emotional scars, while some can truly and fully function. But what usually brings people together in this discomforting time is food. However, for me, it’s not the possibility of fighting or awkward conversions that drive me away from holiday gatherings, instead it’s the delicious, delicious food. Celiac disease is extremely isolating. Instead of being able to sit around the table breaking bread and over indulging, I am paranoid if whatever I consume will at best keep me locked in the bathroom or at worst have me laid up for days in executing pain. 

There have been many times where I’ve isolated myself from social gatherings. I know it doesn’t always come off the best. People have thought I’m rude or a loner, but I’m exhausted after over a decade of explaining what is wrong with me. Even after over a decade of Celiac becoming more of a known disease, people still look at it as a trendy diet or an allergy. I wish they took it as seriously as a peanut or shellfish allergy, but most don’t.

Yesterday, my academy coordinator came in with a gift while I was on the phone. She ran in and dropped off a delicious dessert on my desk. I didn’t have the chance to say anything before she ran away. Part of me was excited because the bakery she bought the cake from makes gluten-free cakes. However, what was in front of me was a moist lemon bundt cake, not the chocolate chip gluten-free option. I immediately became sad. It’s not her fault that she didn’t know I had health issues, but earlier that morning, teachers were gifted with a sweet breakfast of donuts and muffins. I was already sad I couldn’t partake in the treats, and once again, I was unintentionally left out. 

I figured I would be used to this by now. Walking into common spaces and seeing food items I can not eat. Most of the time, I just shrug it off and keep going with my life, but this week has been hard. 

Yesterday, my floor hosted a Christmas PotLuck Party after the students left campus. I had walked by the menu for the last two weeks. I saw what everyone was bringing, and it looked delicious. However, there was no way in hell I could eat anything being brought. So instead of risking it, I heated my lunch and returned to my classroom to eat. I could have joined everyone, eating my soup, but I was already feeling depressed. The teacher’s break room smelled wonderful, and I wanted to try all the homemade dishes. Teachers were asking me to stay, but I just looked at everything and everyone was eating and it made me sadder. I know it’s stupid, it’s just food, but it’s food I could never eat again. 

The day left me in a funk. When I returned home, I was just sad. My husband asked what was wrong. He thought it was because of the emails I was receiving from parents trying to have their students’ grades improved without doing the work. I finally broke down, and I told him my sour mood was for something far more ridiculous. I was upset because again I couldn’t partake in food joy. Honestly, I was more embarrassed because I let food control my mood.

Our evening had just begun. The baby was taking his second nap, and we had to drop off gift bags for baseball members who could not make the holiday party. My husband asked if I wanted to stay home while B slept. The smart thing would have been to stay home. However, I had already isolated myself enough, and I needed to be around my family. B woke up before we ever went into the room to get him, so the guilt of not letting him sleep longer faded away. 

After we dropped off the gift bag instead of heading home, my husband headed in the opposite direction.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

My husband turned to me, giving me a big smile. “Well, we’re halfway there, so let’s go get you a cake.” 

Instantly, my mood changed. 

I don’t know why the idea of buying a cake like a normal person and not having to make an entire box brought me so much joy. It was a moment to feel normal. When we pulled up to the bakery, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though Google said they were open, I was just worried that they would be closed. I know it was a dumb thought, but I had zero luck throughout the day with food. I held my breath, walking in. The pastry case was nearly empty. When the employee came out from the back, I asked if there were anymore gluten cakes. She smiled and said, “Of course! I was just closing, but I’ll grab you one.” 

When I returned to the car, my husband was laughing. 

“What’s so funny?” I asked him.

“Because I was watching you through the window and you did a happy dance when she brought you out the cake.”