That was what they used to call her, that barely five-foot tall bundle of life and laughter, the warm and winsome wonder whom I knew better as just “Aunt Agnes.” She was the wife of my dad’s oldest brother, Joe Kandra; that’s the two of them, above, a decade or so ago, shortly before he died. Over the weekend, Aggie finally went home, to join him. She was 92. The obituaries put it plainly: Born in Taylor, Pa., Agnes was... Read more