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Ruth Cobb

Updated: 27 August 2013

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Ruth E. Cobb obituary at

"Remembering Miss Cobb"
Marcellus News, 27 September 2012

Photo of Miss Cobb. Caption: The community honored Miss Cobb with a trophy, flowers and certificates at the halftime of the basketball game, February 22, 2008. Left to right: Junior Varsity Coach Tim Perry, School Board member David Bowlby, High School Principal Bill Markovich, Ruth Cobb.

  Miss Cobb will live on in the memory of thousands of Marcellus students, not only as a teacher, but as a score keeper at hundreds of basketball games.
  The above picture was taken February 22, 2008 when she was honored for serving fifty-eight years as the score keeper for the basketball games. Her goal was to reach 60 years of score keeping, and she more than met it. In 2012 she completed her sixty-second year.
  In the year 2000, she was honored by Michigan Athletic Association for serving 50 years.
  In addition, during her years of teaching in the Marcellus High School, 1950-1994, she taught hundreds of students to drive.
  She was the High School yearbook advisor for many years. We will think of her and be grateful when we refer to the historical yearbook she published in 1989. The yearbook lists the names and pictures of Marcellus graduates from 1889 to 1989.
  In 1971, she helped organize the Marcellus-Lakeland Chapter of the AARP.
  For sixty-two years, Miss Cobb has been active in our community, our school, and the United Methodist Church, where she has filled many roles, including church organist. We are fortunate that she has touched so many lives during the years.
  At the News office we will miss her regular Monday morning visits and the basketball game articles she wrote for the newspaper.
  Yes, Ruth Cobb will be remembered -- and missed.

"Tribute to Miss Cobb"
by John Mooy
Marcellus News, 04 October 2012

 I walked into her room at the rehabilitation center in Lawton. I was there to see Miss Cobb. I'm not certain exactly what happened to her but when I walked into her room she was propped up in a chair, on oxygen tubes, covered with a blanket and her eyes closed.
  "Hello Miss Cobb," I said softly.
  She opened her eyes and I said, "Do you remember me?"
  "Of course I remember you John," she said. and then closed her eyes.
  I just sat there and thought back to all the people of Marcellus whose lives she had been a part of through the years.
  Back in the early sixties I had driver's training class in the morning before school, during the winter time. As I recall Mike Shanahan, Keith Schlack, and myself made up that class on those cold dark mornings. When we got to the school Miss Cobb was always there sitting in that 1960 blue Ford with standard transmission, with the engine running and the heater turned on. Miss Cobb was always there waiting for us.
  I had two classes Miss Cobb taught in high school, algebra and bookkeeping. I excelled in neither subject. If you weren't a top level academic, one might do better in the art of simply fooling around to pass class time. That however was not the case in Miss Cobb's classrooms. Her classroom atmosphere was orderly, she was always prepared, and knew her subject well, all cherished components in education today.
  During the summer time most teachers had other jobs often unrelated to education. Miss Cobb owned a house on Lake Wawase in northern Indiana. It was a rental property for the summer and had a nickname, The Cobb Web. Miss Cobb had hired a carful of players from the basketball team and we drove to the house and spent the day as interior house painters. It was an enjoyable time being with friends, making some money and having Miss Cobb take us for lunch at a local drive-in.
  So by this time I had learned from Miss Cobb how to drive, which as a teenager I loved, and two occupations I knew I would never go into; bookkeeping and house painting.
  Being raised in Indiana (and I think having basketball coaches in her family) Miss Cobb had a passion for the game of basketball. Early in her teaching career at Marcellus High School she became the scorekeeper for the high school teams. EVERY boy who played basketball on teams from 1950 thru 2012 and scored at least one point had their points recorded by Miss Cobb. And even if they never scored she entered their name in the scorebook. Her loyalty, accuracy, and love of the game led to her rightful induction into the Michigan High School Sports Hall of Fame several years ago. Miss Cobb also received a signed picture from Rick Telander, former writer for Sports Illustrated who also penned the best selling basketball book entitled, "Heaven is a Playground." Mr. Telander currently works as a sports columnist for the Chicago Sun Times. His picture to Miss Cobb was aptly signed, "To Miss Cobb a true sports legend."
  A year or so after her induction I was asked if I would present her with a trophy and say a few words about her during the halftime of a boys varsity basketball game which I gladly agreed to do. In my talk titled, "Miss Cobb by the Numbers," I summed up the athletic portion of her life in numbers; how many miles she had driven to keep score at games, the number of games she had seen while seated at the scorers table, how many points she had recorded by how many players. With fifty plus years of service you can only imagine the size of all these numbers. I'll never forget when I turned to Miss Cobb to present her with the trophy, as tough a lady as I always believed her to be, in this instance she had tears in her eyes.
  When my time in Lawton concluded I got up to leave and said, "Miss Cobb you need to get better because we all need you at the scorer's table this season."
  With her eyes still closed a smile crossed her face and that's how I will remember Miss Cobb.
  She was of course on my mind as I left the parking lot with two hands on the steering wheel; my right hand at two o'clock and my left hand at ten o'clock.