Suzanne Domecq

So sorry to read of the passing of my long ago neighbor and I guess my first girlfriend. I will never forget the romps in the haystacks, foraging through the mounds of melons that were to be fed to the pigs, drinking milk direct from the cow teat after you dad squeezed hard and generally playing in the hot Denair sand. I also remember the terrible scene when my dad removed the yard rake from her foot after she jumped off on back porch onto said rake. May you rest in peace and your family...