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Her name was Hilda and she was in my class at Secondary School (Spring Bank Secondary Modern, now a primary school). It was 1945 and we were both 13, wrote Allan Huntingdon.
I was surprised one day when a letter was passed to me in class saying she would like to be my girl friend. I remember that letter so clearly, it was written in green and I treasured it until I eventually married when I was 29 years old.
We used to go for walks in the park next to the school and, when we thought we were out of sight, we would hold hands tenderly, hardly saying a word to each other.
This lasted for about six months until I left school and completely lost touch with her. Her parents were very strict and she was not allowed out with boys at her age.
I did hear that she got married when she was just 17 and worked in a local baker's shop. It was 10 years later when our paths crossed again.
It happened when my friends and I went on our usual trip to Blackpool on the train. This was a regular trip for us on Saturdays. It was only three shillings and six pence return fare and seven and six pence for entrance to the Winter Gardens, including a seven course feast in the restaurant and also admission to the ballroom afterwards.
I spotted Hilda as I was boarding the train home at midnight and found that she and her husband had parted and she was now alone. We got quite friendly and started going out regularly for some time until she received a pleading letter from her husband wanting to try to save her marriage.
So we parted amicably and I hope she was happy ever after. I saw her a few times at dances when she was with her husband and thought it best to leave them alone to patch up their differences. It was still a lovely memory.
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