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Frances Brubaker
ROCHESTER, Minn. - Memorial services for Frances Bush Brubaker were Wednesday in Charter House. Burial will be in Barnesville at a later date. Brubaker, 95, died Thursday, Jan. 4, 2001. She received a bachelor's degree in math and music from Wesleyan College in Macon and a master's of education from Mercer University. She taught math for a year at Kansas State University in Manhattan, Kan., and moved back to Macon and taught economics and sociology at Miller Senior High School for Girls for 34 years. She volunteered for the Rochester Methodist Hospital Auxiliary. The widow of Leonard Brubaker, she was a member of Christ United Methodist Church. A pianist, she played for church services and radio broadcasts in the 1920s.
Survivors include her children Dr. Leonard H. Brubaker of Augusta, Dr. Richard Brubaker of Rochester and Barbara Hightower of Atlanta; nine grandchildren; and four great-grandchildren.
Memorials may be made to Rochester Methodist Hospital Auxiliary, Roch., Minn., or Wesleyan College in Macon.
Ranfranz Funeral Home in Rochester has charge of arrangements.
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Kathy Mitchell (Dean) (1969)
A fine teacher, who taught me critical thinking skills without me even realizing it until I got to UGA. She had a speaker for our class on "autonomous woman". This was before women's liberation. Several girls broke engagements that day. This was one of the benefits of attending an all girl's school.
She reported that her parents withdrew her from a Yankee college, transferring her to a southern college, when the Yankee college tried to teach her that the north won the war between the states. She had always learned the opposite. She hated junk mail, reporting that she shredded it. She advised that she told her sons they would be doctors, and they were!
I caused her much grief, acting out in class. It did not seem to phase her. She just put me in the hall. When I made faces in the window to be funny, she would send me to the prinicpal's office. Ms. Henry would send me to the counselor, to figure out what was wrong with me. I regret it now, and wish I could tell her about my appreciation for her. Of course, my sister came along later. She acted so differently, that no one even believed she was my sister. Imagine that!