Valentine’s Day was a Sunday in 1926. The temperature hit an unseasonable high of 70 degrees and Mr. Lanham was able to spend a few minutes in his garden with his roses, but then company started arriving and it never let up until late afternoon. “Then we all went for a ride,” he concluded.
No valentines? No candy? No flowers? No special piece of jewelry …
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