“Yes boys, St.Valentine is a member of my Family Tree. My forbearers were from England, serving as Officer in the Colonies against the Rebels. And during one of the armed conflicts my Ancestor caught sight of a Rebel fleeing among the trees. He lifted his rifle, drew aim, cocked his piece, AND SUDDENLY THE REBEL’S HAT FLEW OFF AND GORGEOUS BRUNEETE HAIR FELL TO HER WAIST. My Ancestor immediately resigned his Commission on the spot by throwing down his rifle and chased after the Rebel into the woods.”
Loooooong silent pause. And we asked, “What happened, Father?” Father Valentine gave a chuckle and said, “He caught the Rebel, long pause, and started raising LITTLE VALENTINES.” We replied with great shock, “Father Valentine!” He chuckled again and said, “True story, boys.”
Of all the priests I had at Jesuit for 4 years, the boys in my class totally respected him, never causing any problems. He remains my Favorite Priest.
