Nancy and I go way back--our parents were friends and I remember a lot of birthday parties (replete with Hough Birthday Cake...) We lost track for years and a dozen years or so ago, she called me from Alaska. She'd really persisted in finding our phone number, and I was really touched and surprised to hear from her. We would talk every few months, share a lot with one another about our lives, and I loved how open she was.
Nancy and I were friends up till her death a couple of years ago. When I moved back to New York in 1966 (my family were all New Yorker's) it was partially because I knew I had a close friend already living there who went to Pratt, and I to SVA. Both arts schools. She was my friend, my confidante and someone with whom I could laugh....hysterically.....I went through her moves to Manhattan, and its lower extremities where she lived in an old abandoned Cheese Factory with a group of friends......then to a farm somewhere.....And she enjoyed living "commune style!" where she celebrated being one of the original hippies!!! (actually, I couldn't part with my bellbottoms till MANY years after their day had come and gone!) - Ahhhhh.....the 60's! Remember those days? Nancy then moved to Guerneville, Ca. whose main industry was pot growing! THEN.....between moving back and forth from NY to CA. she moved on to Alaska where she married and remained for the rest of her life. I never found out WHY Alaska. I would get phone calls at 3:00am because she forgot there was a time difference but the conversations were SO much fun no matter what time of the day or night. There's nothing like old friends with whom you share a history, and Nancy will always remain that to me whether she's here or gone. She was a free spirit and adventurer right up to the end. For my birthday, the summer before she passed away, she sent me a small Swarovski Crystal crab as a gift for a birth month that we shared. Cancer, The Crab. It sits on a lighted mantle here in our home where I see it every day. She'll always remain a life-long friend. R.I.P, Nancy.
Kathy/Kanta Leeb (Kahn)
Nancy and I go way back--our parents were friends and I remember a lot of birthday parties (replete with Hough Birthday Cake...) We lost track for years and a dozen years or so ago, she called me from Alaska. She'd really persisted in finding our phone number, and I was really touched and surprised to hear from her. We would talk every few months, share a lot with one another about our lives, and I loved how open she was.
Richard Brezner
Nancy and I were friends up till her death a couple of years ago. When I moved back to New York in 1966 (my family were all New Yorker's) it was partially because I knew I had a close friend already living there who went to Pratt, and I to SVA. Both arts schools. She was my friend, my confidante and someone with whom I could laugh....hysterically.....I went through her moves to Manhattan, and its lower extremities where she lived in an old abandoned Cheese Factory with a group of friends......then to a farm somewhere.....And she enjoyed living "commune style!" where she celebrated being one of the original hippies!!! (actually, I couldn't part with my bellbottoms till MANY years after their day had come and gone!) - Ahhhhh.....the 60's! Remember those days? Nancy then moved to Guerneville, Ca. whose main industry was pot growing! THEN.....between moving back and forth from NY to CA. she moved on to Alaska where she married and remained for the rest of her life. I never found out WHY Alaska. I would get phone calls at 3:00am because she forgot there was a time difference but the conversations were SO much fun no matter what time of the day or night. There's nothing like old friends with whom you share a history, and Nancy will always remain that to me whether she's here or gone. She was a free spirit and adventurer right up to the end. For my birthday, the summer before she passed away, she sent me a small Swarovski Crystal crab as a gift for a birth month that we shared. Cancer, The Crab. It sits on a lighted mantle here in our home where I see it every day. She'll always remain a life-long friend. R.I.P, Nancy.
Victoria Black (Lomax)
I didn't know her well but remember her beautiful red hair and that she was a talented artist.