Lela Cox was my Aunt.  Like her, I was originally from St. George, Utah.  In the late 1960s our young family moved East for my employment in New York City.  We were invited to join Aunt Lela and Uncle Everard (my mother's brother) for their Thanksgiving weekend and dinner -- I believe our first year was 1970.  We were treated like family -- in particular our young children.  We returned year after year to the same welcome and love.  Rides to the stream.  Picking fruit and vegatables.  Sitting in front of their giant fire place.  Enjoying stories and laughs.  Overtime this evolved into Lela and Everard becoming our proxy parents in the East -- given our parents lived in the West in Utah.  After enjoying their hospitality for about 15 years our children began to attend college in the West and we began to develop the same Thanksgiving tradition in the West with our own family -- and then grandchildren -- who describe such events as the best holidaty in the year.  We make it a week event with up to 35 joining for this wonderful thanksgiving tradition started on the Cox Maryland farm.  Thank you for such a loving family environment created by Lela and Everard and their family and for everything that they shared with us in those developing and lean years as I began my career.  With the warmest of love to all of the Cox family.  And with a grateful heart to Lela.