Parents told Phyllis the worst problem was keeping sick childern at home to recuperate. They didn't want to miss a single day of school because they would miss what would happen in Mrs. Pond' s class that day.
After serveral requests to visit her kindergarten class, I took my son to visit to learn what to expect when he started school. In class the little girls were given hammers, nails, screw drivers, screws and small wooden boards. I cringed at the thought some little girl might hit her finger. Phyllis said don't worry, she will only do it once. The little boys were a different story as the little boys took turns hitting the keys on old manual typewriters.
Phyllis The Mechanic
When her three childern were driving old used cars, Phyllis took night courses on many things on caring and upkeep of a car. She liked it so much she took the course more than once learning to save money in many different ways. She often chided me for not changing my own oil..etc. Her car trunk was full of emergency items for cars and people. Many times when she saw a motorist with car trouble she would stop along the highway to fix the problem.
I was on the phone at a rest stop on I-69 when my car wouldn't start I called for tow assistance to rescue me and my disabled car. Phyllis came out of the restroom at the rest stop, went with me out to my car, opened her trunk of tools, fixed my car and I called the tow driver saying nevermind the car was fixed. He said no one had ever called back that they didn't need him.
Blood Donor - 130 Pints
Phyllis definitely was a blood donor for many many years. As soon as she was eligible, she would drive to another city to visit the bloodmobile. Until her recent illness, she had given over 130 pints of blood.
The Mustard War
Phyllis accompanied my elderly mother, Ida Collins to Fort Lauderdale for a visit. When she put something in her suitcase at the last minute before leaving, she was surprised to find a jar of mustard my ornery brother had hidden there for a joke. The next time she was in Fort Lauderdale she left a medium size jar of mustard in the front porch from the Mustard Phantom.
Brother Bill called me a year later when airplane sales were low. He needed me to find the exact location of a flower bed at Phyllis's house in New Haven and call him back with measurements. When I knew that Phyllis and George were gone, cousin Luella and I went to visit their neighbors with shovel in the trunk. We dug a large hole in her flower bed and planted what brother Bill had requested: a 1 gallon container of mustard in plastic wrap and a large sign that said "Gotcha!"
Bill had alread made up NASA stationary with a letter notifying Mr. and Mrs. Pond that a large piece of foreign object appeared to be on their front lawn. Approximately 15ft west of the driveway and 30ft south of their mailbox.
Phyllis told me later, after getting the letter, she went out and dug it up, while George watched from the window afraid something would blow up.
Phyllis enjoyed renting her farm home. She especially was glad to help struggling families. Years ago, one family moved in the middle of the night after several months of non payment. When she finally found out where they were living, in December, she asked me to go with her to see them. Little children were playing outside and were so happy to see Phyllis. She asked them to get their Daddy to come out to the car. He came out, looking scared to death and white as a sheet. Phyllis said, "I know when you moved, you were behind on rent and without deposit money returned. I want you to know Christmas will soon be here and I want to make sure your little children have a nice Christmas". With that, she handed the renter cash and told to them all to have a Merry Christmas.
Sue Poulson, Cousin