“I would go to bed and wouldn’t wash my hands,” Phyllis said. “I would just lay there and smell my hands and smell that Old Spice.”
A week after Phyllis’ 16th birthday, in 1948, George asked if she would go with him to a revival service in Marion. After she got permission from her parents, they went. It was the first time they’d spent time together as a couple.
“That night he asked how I felt about him,” Phyllis said. “I didn’t tell him I’d been madly in love with him for a year.”
She did tell him that she thought he was a good, clean, Godly man. They became an exclusive couple, much to the disappointment of the other youth group girls when they found out the next day. They all had a crush on George and were jealous of Phyllis.
“None of them had anything to do with me,” Phyllis said. “It made me feel bad and I didn’t know what to do. They totally ignored me. I wasn’t gonna give him up for them girls.”
The couple dated for a year and a half, and soon their age difference didn’t matter very much.
“After we got familiar with each other I forgot all about our age,” George said. “It didn’t mean anything to us.” Most of their dates were attending church-related activities. Sometimes they would go with their fellow church-goers after a service to The Cupboard, a restaurant and ice cream parlor in Kokomo.
“We were just two peas in a pod,” George said.
Since all of their time spent together was also spent around many other people, the two never really had any alone time.
“I told him, ‘If we don’t get married, we’re never gonna have any time to spend together,’” Phyllis said.