DISCOVERING LOST FAMILY by Lauren Agnelli of Chester, CT
My father’s side of the family, the Agnellis, were by nature not an outgoing or friendly bunch, so by the time my father died in 1974 at the young age of 43, we never heard from any of them except our beloved great Aunt Toots and Uncle Ambie -- who had always been regular visitors.
So the only other Agnellis we knew of were our father, his two brothers, his dad and his mom, our grandparents. By 1974, half of them were gone, and the two brothers never stayed in touch after grandpa’s death and so. . .
Back in the ‘60s when I was growing up I did remember, once, hearing about some “country cousins” we had up in Connecticut somewhere, but the reference was so vague it seemed to me like something mythical, an urban legend. Urban animals all, the Agnellis in our family resided in the boroughs of the Bronx, Manhattan and Queens, all a part of greater New York City. We were writers, pilots, salesmen, CFOs, Public Relations professionals, Executive Secretaries.
Fast forward to 2005, when I was living in a beautiful place that I’d been purposefully transplanted to in the state of Connecticut.