In the late 50's, "Aunt" Trelle and "Uncle" Russell took on a little neighbor boy (me) as if I was a real nephew. They took me boating and camping at a time when my single-mother had her hands full with earning us a living. Much later, Trelle greeted and cared for my daughter in Panama City when she took a fun flying trip there. I knew her to be a generous, loving person, and my consolation upon hearing of her death comes from something my mother would say, "She's in a better place." All my love to you Aunt Trelle.