Miss Raab

There was a teacher in Brazil High whom my dad disappointed. I didn't know this until we had a Parent's Night my sophomore year. Speech class came first. Evelyn Pell was our substitute. Her husband was Dr. Pell. Dad had made false teeth for about twenty years for him and Dr. Phillips and Dr Dennany in the Davis Trust building. Anyway when the bell rang we went to second hour which was Algebra II with Kathryn Raab. She was shaped like a keg with red hair, Lucy red, and a withered arm which she swung from her shoulder like a chef brandishing a frying pan. So you got the picture. Anyway she gave points in her class that you kept track of for your final grade. Not matter whether I had enough points for an "A" or whether I had more points that the school secretary's daughter, who was a good friend, I never got an "A". Now my dad learned his profession during the war. He was in the It seems that a much younger Kathryn Raab had written my dad several letters during the war that went unanswered. To most people that would sound ridiculous that she could hold a grudge that long, but you obviously did not know Miss Raab.