I know this is a tribute to Nancy. But somehow I think of her with Buddy. I first met them when they had the shop on H St., NW, 3rd floor–and as the FBI bldg. was going up, they “vacated” to New York Ave. Nancy was unassuming–but I dare say she had a will of iron. We talked some about books–she liked detective novels and steered me to some of her favorite authors.
As I got to know them, a number of times they would have dinner at the Market Inn on I st., sw (I lived at the time at 4th and N)–and she’d call me and I’d meet them there. Sometimes, when they had built the apt. on the 3rd floor of the NY Ave. Bldg., she would invite me over for a “healthy meal” and we’d spend a pleasant evening together.
She was certainly an equal partner in the business and spent her time working with Buddy, and bringing up the children at the same time.
I remember sitting on the back porch at their home in Dunkirk, and we’d sip cool drinks, while Buddy “massaged” the backyard grass. (Buddy and I would have played some tennis at the nearby courts.) I don’t think Nancy was some one who would give her friendship to many people, and somehow I feel in awe that we were friends.
So many vivid memories. So sad a loss.
==Bernie Katz