Bruce Nims
Susan Dye Jacobs was my cousin, and we grew up nearby on Nims Lake Road, but she was five years older, and that's a lot when you're still young, so I didn't know her as well as her younger siblings, Danny and Dot.
But I've always kept a particular image of Susan and Jesse in my memory. I was about 12 or 13 and hardly susceptible to romance generally, but when I saw Susan and Jesse together one Friday night after an away football game, they seemed almost the romantic ideal to me. As they crossed the parking lot, Jesse, still in his football uniform, held his arm tenderly over Susan's shoulder as she inclined her head to his chest. They seemed the perfect All-American teen couple. I also remember my father, Godfrey Nims, mentioning at the time that Jesse was a well thought of young man, and Dad didn't offer idle compliments. That loving young couple's 55 years of marriage is certainly proof of what I witnessed that Friday night so long ago.
Susan always impressed me as a joyous and nurturing person. Her family has my heartfelt condolences.
Bruce G. Nims