Nancy (Criswell) Thibodeau, 63, of Overgaard, Arizona and formerly of Bryan, Ohio died Friday, July 30, 1999, after an extended illness. Born in Edgerton, Ohio on July 9, 1936, she was the daughter of Neva and Rodney Criswell and graduated from Bryan High School with the class of 1954. She attended Bowling Green State University and as a pianist and organist with the stage name Nan Lee, played at many Toledo area clubs. She also taught music lessons to many students. Later she used her talents of entertaining in the Sun City and Phoenix/Scottsdale communities and retirement centers, clubs, charitable organizations and church affiliations. Mrs Thibodeau is survived by her mother, Neva Criswell of Bryan: her husband of 25 years, Gerard "Tib" Thibodeau: a daughter Tamara Lewis of Port Clinton, Ohio: a son Craig Lewis of Apache Junction, Arizona: five grandsons and two granddaughters: and a brother, Stan Criswell of Toledo: an aunt and an uncle. She was preceded in death by her father, Rodney Criswell in 1977.

**Note** My Mom. When I think of her I get a whirlwind of thoughts swirling around. She was that kind of lady. She was a dynamo. She loved life and she loved to love. She was outspoken. She stood out in a crowd. She was a entertainer and she loved to be entertained. Probably one thought that comes to mind is the song "My Way". She lived her life her way and everyone else was along for the ride. She and my Father divorced when my brother and I were young. Craig and I were raised by Dad. That didn't matter, in every way that counted she was dedicated to my brother and I and to her husband, Tib. She loved fussing over her Grandchildren during visits.

She was a gourmet cook. Not only did her meals taste delicious, they looked delicious. She loved collecting antiques. She loved to pass them down to me. She loved finding treasures at garage sales and then reselling them for a profit. She loved flea markets. Tib was her partner in all of this and there was one time that I was her "accomplice". During one of her visits to Ohio from Arizona, she and I were running errands and we passed a old run-down house along the road. Visible on the front porch of the house was an old wicker rocking chair. She really wanted to see it up close. So, I stopped the car and we got out. After plowing a path through the waist deep weeds we approached the intended target. (At this point she knew it was a target, I thought it was only a chair.) Upon reaching the destination she was like a kid in a candy store. She just had to have *that* chair. Not like she could take it back on the plane with her, but that was only a technicality to be dealt with later. I remember thinking she couldn't be serious. She was not only serious, she was adamant. So, being the dutiful daughter that I was, I climbed the stairs, reached the target, grabbed it, and started my retreat. Imagine my surprise when the porch floor gave out underneath me!! We were both laughing so hard that we were crying. We did get the chair though. It may not have been all in one piece, that wasn't the point, we were victorious! It never found its way to Arizona but I certainly got my fair share of enjoyment out of it.

Her playing the organ. Her cup runneth over with talent. She could play and she could sing. I remember being taken to watch her perform in different venues and whenever I walked in the room she always played the song that I loved to hear, Moon River. It was our song.