I really like the photo of Mom Cox as a young woman. She looks carefree and plucky. My memories of visiting her house include: eating boiled chicken and pumpkin pie, admiring her print of a dozen puppies (I think all of us grandkids admired that print) and glass wind chimes. I hang wind chimes in memory of her. I am working up to one in every tree (and I have a lot of trees).
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