Nancy Malcomson Connable

I usually saw Nancy at the many parties and get-togethers that happened over the years at Cathy and Mike's farm. She never knew if she would feel well enough to attend but, more often than not, she would make it--and be one of the last people there at the end of the night.

I'll remember Nancy for how much she genuinely loved people, for her curiosity and compassion, and for the way her eyes would light up and she'd let out a big whooping laugh when something entertained her. Which it...