My great-aunt Sophie's third husband, Gaston, was French. Growing up I would often hear him murmur to her "je t'aime, je t'aime". It confused me at the time, but in retrospect what could be more romantic?
This year I offer no elaborate Valentine's Day blog post. Instead, please enjoy two visually unremarkable postcards circa 1908 with simple moving messages.
"Ma chere, je t'aime" ... Miss Gertrude Eliot of Frost & Wood St John New Brunswick, in 1908 who was your French speaking paramour?