I found the following posted on Facebook, and referring to our classmate.  I have taken the liberty of copying the information and posting it here.  From elementary school through high school, Nancy and I lived across the street from each other.  Many, many memories.

On April 2,2025 my mom, Nancy June Feldmann, was released from earthly body and mind to be at peace once more. The last twelve years she was burdened with dementia, memory loss, disorientatation, and the isolation that inevitably happens when you don't remember all the social connection you formed over the last seven plus decades of life. She was surrounded by family and comfortable as possible when she passed. She was deeply loved and cared for until the bitter end.

There are so many things about my mom that dementia obscured. If you just met her in the last decade you would have no idea how much life she had lived, and how much was taken from her. From us. The following is an incomplete list of the things I want you to know about her.

My mom was a crafting wizard. She did a little of everything from sewing clothes, to dried flower arranging, tole painting to cake decorating, dough sculpting to reupholstering. You name it, she could do it. She had a gifted eye for the timeless and tasteful. She sold her crafts to stock gift boutiques, floral shops, and craft bazaars. If you complimented her creative work, she would deny that she had any innate creativity, instead humbly replying about how she just copied what other people have done before her.

My mother was a consummate homemaker. The center of her world was her home. The home she made for us was clean, bright, and filled with beautiful touches. Beauty and art were central to her way of living. Everything she did took aesthetics into consideration, but not in a way that makes you feel out of place or othered.When you came to my mom's house, you felt that, whomever you are, you were home.

My mom was a relentless bargain hunter. Every Tuesday the thrift store would put out a new shipment of items with a different colored pastel cardboard tag stapled to it, to identify the newly racked merchandise. For serval years, every Tuesday she was there early in the day to get first crack at the best items: a new with tags dress, a pair of overalls that had sturdy knees and an intact hem, or maybe a new puzzle that would be fun to put together, even if it was missing a piece or three. On Thursday nights she would peruse the garage and yard sale section of the local paper, searching for keywords that would suggest hidden treasures, antiques, or other typically expensive items that she could possibly get for “a steal”. I believe she counted some of her better “steals”, a floral brocade sofa, a set of outdoor furniture including a fireplace, and others, as among her greatest life achievements.

My mom really loved her snacks, particularly ice cream, which she had to have nightly. I remember often going through the McDonald's drive thru, and getting vanilla soft serve cone. Piled high with creamy swirls for $0.40, she received as much joy from the bargain as much as the snack. She also relished a good salty, crunchy snack. Whenever I eat pretzels I think about my mom, sitting with a bowl of pretzel twists rubbing each one between her fingers, the excess salt crystals falling back into the bowl, before enjoying them.

My mom was a natural teacher. She put much thought into the knowledge and skills that she believed would help her three daughters be successful, and taught us those things at an appropriate age. Not only did she teach us the three r's as a homeschooling parent, she also spent much time teaching me how to dress modestly and flatteringly, how to care for a home, how to wear makeup, and how to shop for a good bargain. In other words, she taught me how to keep a home and family.

My mom loved flowers and gardens. She loved the ritual of high tea with friends and family. She loved to be silly and dance the “Mashed Potato “ in the kitchen to some old timey rock and roll. But most of all, she loved her family.

What I miss the most about my mom is all her love.