YOUNG LOVE: For Valentine’s Day, we wanted to share this memory from Kane resident Frances Wolfe Haight of meeting her husband. She calls it “Young Love.”

“When I was 15-years-old, my friend Kay and I would talk to boys who were passing by in a car. Neither of us were allowed to date as yet.But that fall, Grandpa passed away. Kay and I were at the funeral home and decided to walk home early with a short stop outside the school gym to listen to the music.

“While walking down the main street in Mount Jewett, a blue car with two guys in it drove by and honked the horn. We waved and then laughed. They drove by several times while we were walking home. When we turned down Anderson Street where I lived, they came again and this time they stopped. Their names were Nate and Bob and we stood in the cold and talked for a long time.

“They seemed very nice and wanted us to get in but we kept saying no. Finally we agreed to get in if they gave us the car keys. Bob handed us some keys and we got in the back seat. Then Nate took the real car keys, started the car and away we went!

“We ended up in Bradford and had a hot dog at the diner. Then drove to Kane and went in their diner for some soda. I did not get home ‘til 3 a.m. and my grandmother was ready to beat me.

“But they came back the next night and the next for several weeks. I introduced them to Grandma.

“Grandpa had a pet name for me which was “Honey Girl.” About the third week of dating, Nate called me that without realizing what it was. And that was it. I was in love.

“We dated for three years and got married on Jan. 17, 1953. We were mostly happy and raised a large family. After 36 years of love, Nate passed away with bone cancer. But I still remember how shy he was at first and all the things he did for me and the children and how he helped everyone he could. I could not have found a better mate and I still miss him.”

Love never ends.