The
Old Coot pans mandatory holidays.
By
Merlin Lessler
I
was having a bad day. It was late afternoon, I hadn’t run into anything to
complain about. Then, I tumbled right into it after searching a mile long aisle
of cold medicines. I didn’t realize that cold treatments came in so many
variations. When I was a kid, a jar of Vicks and cough drops did the trick. Mom
applied Vicks to my chest and tied a rag laden with it around my neck, and sent
me off to school.
That
cold aisle experience was a revelation, but not enough to register on my
complaint meter. The next aisle did. A mile long rack of Valentine’s Day cards.
A pressure cooker for most men. What should I do, or buy, to fulfill my
Valentine’s Day obligation? Another celebratory holiday foisted on us by the
greeting card, candy, florist, restaurant and jewelry industry.
It’s
mandatory, these annual obligations created by commerce interests. Birthdays, I
get, anniversaries too. But, not the endless stream of guilt laden “special”
days. Secretary’s Day., Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Grandparent’s Day. On and
on they go. You can be a thoughtless jerk
all year long and use Valentine’s Day to get yourself off the hook, But, if you
are thoughtful and pleasant all year long, but forget to buy a card for Valentine’s
Day (and any number of other manufactured celebratory events) and you’re apt to
be called a thoughtless old grouch.
Anna
Jarvis, the woman who created Mother’s Day in 1908 and succeeded in getting it
adopted as an official U. S. holiday in 1914, spent the later part of her life
trying to remove it from the calendar, because it had become so commercialized.
She wanted it to be a day you did thoughtful things to thank your mother for
all the sacrifices she’d made for you during the previous 364 days.
But,
back to the Valentine’s Day celebration, that so recently came and went. You
might think I messed it up and am using this column to cover my tracks. No
comment!
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