When I was in my early twenties, I slept at grandmom and grandpops house after work for one week because grandmom was away visiting and the family did not want grandpop to be alone when She was gone. We would talk and He told me a story about Aunt Aggie one day. He was coming home and heard these little girls talking about those Baker girls and how mean and tuff they were, and they were not playing with them anymore. When He got home and saw it was His Aggie they were talking about He could not have prouder. He said when Aggie was a baby she was deathly sick and they did not know if she would make, grandpop said Her head was almost flat from laying there so long , and it brought tears to His eyes. We all know that was a lot for Him to say and He was that proud of Her.