Nancy Taylor Hantman obituary, WHITE PLAINS, NY

In memory of

Nancy Taylor Hantman

Add memories that will last forever

Not sure what to say?

7 Entries

Roxana Wales

September 30, 2024

Nancy and I knew each other from Skidmore Hall at Skidmore. I loved her sense of humor and the sly way she had of delivering that humor. She made me laugh.

Susan Low

September 30, 2024

Nancy had the room next to mine in Skidmore Hall. If she was told the assignment was to read part of a book; she read the whole book and more. She was a great student and a good friend. So sad to hear of her passing.
Susan Low

Eric Sonntag

November 30, 2023

Condolences to all friends of NTH!

I started at Spectrum in October, 1989 as the admin to the A.P./Ad Director Bill Saunders. Met Nancy first-off, first-day as she was the E.A. to the book's publisher, Don Christiansen.

She was organized to the nth-degree (issue closings, celebrating staff milestones - awards, promotions, births, passings, nothing she didn't alert us to, you name it).

Happy for our successes, commiserative when things were not-successes, Nancy was a great colleague to anyone who worked with her. I left the book in June 2001, and was happy to be on her email list in the years following, for, well, everything!

Rest in peace.

Betsy Corcoran

November 13, 2023

Nancy was always a class act and cared deeply about people and the work. I appreciated all her efforts to coordinate Spectrum reunions. She had a delightful - and sometimes wacky - sense of humor but could always be counted on, no matter what the need.

Shelly Newman

November 6, 2023

I thought, very nice woman but we are totally different. I'm sure we will be hello and good-bye. But as whacky as I was, and as lady like as she was, we developed a friendship. We enjoyed restaurant week luncheons, discussions about good books and theater. We were in touch until a few months ago when I guess things got tougher for her. A good person who will always bring a smile. Rest in peace Nance!

Glenn Zorpette

November 6, 2023

Some time in 1986 or thereabouts, somewhere near the office, I mistakenly bought a container of loose tea thinking it was teabags. Nancy somehow heard of my predicament. A couple of days later, there was a tea ball on my desk with a note that read, in Nancy's very distinctive scrawl, "From Catherine Hantman, whose stiff upper lip trembled when she heard you did not have a tea ball."

Showing 1 - 7 of 7 results