Terry Granade

Suzanne was my girlfriend in the 9th grade at RHS. She was cute and fun to be with. As with anything back then, soon to pass. I am sorry to see she has passed Terry Granade RHS '69

Faye Mallow (Price)

Suzanne was my best friend in High School.  After graduation, she was commuting to NTSU everyday. On a rainy night in December, 1972, she was on her way home and stopped to help at an accident scene.  She was pulling debris out of the road when a car came over a hill and hit her. Suzanne was a great friend and I still miss her.

David Cordell

My parents were good friends with the Golubs. Suzanne's brother David was a highly-regarded pianist and  a year older than Suzanne. He died in 2000 (http://articles.latimes.com/2000/oct/22/local/me-40328). I spoke with the Golubs a few years ago by phone--they lived in Arizona--and it was clear that losing both of their children weighed heavily on them.

Janalu Jeanes (Parchman)

A memory of Suzanne that I have, is on a Halloween night, probably in 1961.  Suzanne rang our doorbell, within a group of half-crazed kiddos, eagerly begging for treats, and excited to be "out-and-about," and Suzanne was smiling sweetly, at the back of the group.  After all the others had gotten their treats, and had scurried away, Suzanne came forward and held out a little tin can, with a slot in the top, and said that she was "collecting money for U.N.I.C.E.F.  My startled mother asked her to wait just one minute, while she hurriedly retrieved her coin purse, to gather some coins to insert in the coin slot.  Later, I heard my mother say, that she thought it was "a shame," that the little girl couldn't be "just a kid, having some fun, on a Halloween night!"

I thought about that incident for several days, after it happened, and I figured out, in time, that my mother was sadly wrong in her thinking, and that Suzanne was incredibly, the "more mature one," in the "bigger picture."  Suzanne was, I believe,  mature beyond her years, in many respects, and was a very thoughtful person, as well.  I remember seeing on her school desk, in our 6th grade class, a "dog-earred" copy of EXODUS, and thinking to myself, "Wow, is she really reading that!" 

Janalu Jeanes Parchman