Nancy & I met in the early 70s due to a shared interest in civil and prisoner rights. She seemed familiar to me somehow but I knew we had never met, and brushed away the feeling. We became friends and one day drove together to visit a central Florida prison. Passing the time, Nancy told me about meeting and marrying her husband Gene and that, early in their careers, Gene had taught at Catholic University in Washington, D.C., while she taught at a nearby Catholic women's college. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head and I asked her: "Did you teach at Trinity College and were you pregnant ?" Nancy was so stunned she almost ran off the road into the deep black Belle Glade muck. "Were you one of my students ?" she asked, bewildered. "No" I replied, "But I remember now seeing you in the halls, as I went to and from classes. You certainly stood out -- there weren't any other distinctly pregnant young women in that late 1960s environment of single women and nuns !" We laughed and marveled in disbelief that we had known each other several years at that point, and I had never made the connection. I remember looking for that pretty young teacher in the halls, and feeling happy every time I saw her, without being able -- or needing -- to analyze why. Nancy has been one of the most treasured and admired people I have had in my life, and I am blessed to have known her. With deepest sympathy to her family and friends, Mary Kenefick Keating