Harry Padfield knew Patricia “Pat” Titus was the one for him when he was just 14 years old.
Pat was only 13, and they met freshman year at West Middleton High School in 1942.
Harry hadn’t been around girls too much. The mere fact that Pat was a female piqued his interest in her.
“I came from a family of nine boys and girls just intrigued me,” Harry said.
They had a lot of the same classes together and only lived 4 miles apart. Pat liked how nice Harry was to her, but she thought their lives were too busy for romance.
“I liked him, but I didn’t dream I’d date him,” she said.
Harry had a different dream. He tried to win over Pat and her family by helping to milk cows on her dad’s farm. It worked, and in return, six months later, he got a date with Pat.
“I felt like she was the one for me,” Harry said. “God has a habit of putting people together. I have no idea how it happened, but I know He had a hand in it.”
Their first date, as well as the dates that followed, weren’t typical ones.
Harry worked at a bakery in Kokomo and his shift was supposed to end around 8 p.m. when the next worker came in. Unfortunately, his relief rarely came, so when Pat came to the bakery for their date, he gave her money to go see a show as Harry continued working until nearly midnight. Once he was done with work, Pat came back and the two went out for a sandwich together before going home.
“In those days, Lord only knows how many hours in a day I was working,” Harry said.
His work schedule was the source of many arguments the young couple had.