Friday Fictioneers : 17th December

This week, Rochelle has selected one of her own photographs (and a painting) for her Friday Fictioneers photoprompt.

My Dad was heavily into homebrew, and hit the jackpot with his wines. Every summer we would be out gathering berries and fruit for the army of demi johns waiting in the ranks for the new year’s offerings. He won prizes too so Sis decided to take it up.
It was a friendly competition, comparing of notes, and developing personal techniques, but no matter how good Sis’s were, Dad’s were always better and his prizes outnumbered hers 4 to 1. When he died, her interest in the hobby died with him and she never made another drop.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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28 Responses to Friday Fictioneers : 17th December

  1. neilmacdon says:

    I wonder why her interest died with her father. Perhaps it wasn’t really about the winemaking

    • Sis could never beat him in competitions or wine making shows, and Dad always won something, Sis did too in later years, but it was never on the same scale or position Dad achieved. I think after he died, the competitiveness went and there is also the possibility that with him no longer there to help her, she lost interest. Dad died in 1996 but as far as I know, she never made any more wine, not even beer for her husband.

  2. Ain says:

    A heartfelt tale….

  3. That’s a shame, but I’m sure she has plenty of his award-winning wine to remember him by.

    • I don’t know if she kept his rosettes and certificates as the wine would have been ling gone now as he died in 1996. Mum had his published poetry and passed that on to me, which included his Prayer to Bacchus

  4. A kindred story. I feel she only did it because he loved it which is so romantic. Well done!

  5. murisopsis says:

    I was wondering if it was fact or fiction… My father made wine and brandy but none of us girls ever had an interest. Sounds like it was a bonding activity for them!

  6. Bill says:

    I like this story. That they had the oenology to share, and now the vintner memories feel good to me. I’m gladdened to think it was about Dad and not the wine. ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. michael1148humphris says:

    A sad thoughtful tale,

  8. Bear says:

    When my Memaw passed the family trad of making hooch died with her. It was a good thing, but I do miss that crisp white-lightening when I’m miserable with the flu. She also made engine grade – not to be taken internally – that I remember my Daddy putting in the car for fuel. It was pure and very highly flammable.. I can still smell it (or is that just the odor coming down from the woods behind town…..) Hehe! Merry Christmas!

  9. Ah, the love of the craft was perhaps the love of the connection and the meaningful exchange of interest … How sad. And, yet, perhaps the memories of that have their own sweetness, too. Complicated stuff, families! Thank you for sharing this with us!

  10. A nice memory of gathering fruit. Knowing this is based on a true story makes it all the more special and sad that Sis no longer makes the wine. Lovely, though sad, story!

  11. Dale says:

    Thank you for sharing this lovely and personal story. The wine was the thing they shared. I see it in my kids now… things they did with their father that no longer interest them because he is not here to share in them. I get your sister.

  12. granonine says:

    It was the competition that made the wine sweet ๐Ÿ™‚

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