I am writing regarding Miss Ruth Abbott, who was my second-grade teacher. It was long ago, but I have always remembered her New England accent and marveled at her telling us about sledding down snow-covered hills. Once, years later, when I was in medical school and riding the train into Philadelphia, Miss Abbott and I chanced to board at the same time. We sat and talked together. I wish that I had had more contact with her. I always wanted to learn more, but the busy years went by and I never had the opportunity to talk to her again. Sadly, the only information after that came from reading her obituary in the Swarthmorean.