9 thoughts on “In Vino, Communitas

  1. Trés interesting. My Dad would enjoy reading about this. He used to make scuppernong wine for his personal consumption. He got very good at it, too! He still enjoys sipping and loves to try new labels.


    I was especially interested in the fruit wines. We used to have bottles of rhubarb wine around. I never was a fan of rhubard (except using the leaves as “hats” when I was a kid), but when it gets turned into wine it’s not too bad.

    Thanks for popping over – a delight to see you!


  2. Putting the face of hope on disaster. Now thats good journalism :)


    Too many people confuse hope with sugar-coating. I’ve been thinking a good bit about reality, and the need to face it in circumstances like these. It seems clear to me that hope depends on facing what truly is, not trying to wish it away. It’s a tough assignment, but do-able.


  3. Linda,

    Your words flow like a fine red wine! Great story!


    Wonderful to have you stop by! This is your kind of story, for sure. I’m glad you enjoyed it!


  4. Hi Linda,

    Thank you so much for writing about us -el lago coffee – and the Frascone’s winery. Like you I am not a wine conissour. I like the hard stuff -vodka straight with a chaser. But several days after we got the wine, every one was drinking it here at the dock. I tried some after everyone on the dock said try it you’ll like it. I don’t like wine, I told them – well, anyway, I tried some cherry – totally fantasic. I like frascone wine now , not other wine just the frascone wine and its mystery.

    I don’t know what you getting , but it won’t be dissappointing– not that old hard bitter taste of wine that has the taste of something in a big manufactured place with no meaning or love of the art of making wine – this was smooth and agreed with my palate. The deal of the mystery wine for me is – I never know what I am going to get. That’s ok – because I know all frascone wine is way more than excellent.

    I am not a writer by a long shot either , I leave that up to hubby, Joe. Anyway I have read some of your writings and they are great ! I just wished someone would or could have been around to salvage our stock” the coffee” which there wasn’t – —-when janice and steve gammit told us of this, we went to see and collect the spoils of ike. Luckily we got to meet mr. james frascone himself. I even helped him crate or container (IN A BIG METAL LOOKING TRUFF) some wine for a customer of his. The man gave him 150.00. Mr. Jim says no- too much- man said no, should be more- so i added a jar of their famous honey and looked at Mr. Jim. He shrugged and nodded- that was my go ahead to give them some relish too.

    While Joe and Janice kept piling the bottles of wine in the back of our saturn car, I saw a statue in the distance of the property – a SAINT MARY—I asked can I take this too? I collect religous stuff. At first mr. Jim said no- it belonged to his first wife, ( i think her name mary theresa) not sure , i said my name’s Terry too. Anyway, to make a long story short -before we left the devastated winery that nite, he told me take the statue, “I have no where to put it now , I have no home or place to put it. You take it.” Well Mr. Jim it’s here , I am just the caretaker of it till you can again. It belongs with you. I will see you get it back when you do have a place to put Mary – it is safe with me. I am just taking care of it for you . She is still watching over you from afar and so is your first wife too.

    Bless all who read and want to help the Frascones. I lost my home and everything I owned on a venture , freak of nature storm. A friend gave us a boat to live on and pay what we can when we can-we are very lucky- and I want friends of the frascone’s to please do the same – remember what goes around comes around. I want frascones to rebuild the winery. Ijust hope they got that old 120 year old family wine press out before the storm- and again thank you Ms. Linda for doing this blog.

    terry butcher

    ellago coffee

  5. Hi, Linda!

    How neat to see something from Terry Butcher, which just adds more to the story.

    The problem is, I got all sniffly again, reading about the St. Mary’s statue… I’m just going to have to start carrying a box of tissues with me, no matter where I go. You can find me by following the trail of used ones…. LOL

    Hi, Bug,

    I’ll have to get you a pic of St. Mary to go with the rest of the “package”. And remember – a little sniffling is good for the soul!


  6. Here’s to you, Linda, and your beautifully written post. Cheers!

    Good morning, tee,

    It’s always a delight to have you stop by. This is going to be my week for neighborliness – looking forward to seeing you at your blog soon!


  7. I was just thinking … though it has not a lot to do with wine … but people who live and work near water seem so open, friendly, comfortable. I miss living near the shore. Good to hear your stories!

    Good morning, oh,

    Of course, there is always the possibility that I simply prefer to write about the open, friendly, and comfortable people! We have our share of suspicious, unfriendly and uncomfortable sorts, just as every place does. But I do think involvement with the natural world tends to produce a certain attitude of easy-going realism. It gets tested from time to time, but it’s still there.


  8. Regarding the “movement back to wind power” here are a couple of quotes I think are appropriate:

    “I’d put my money on the sun and solar energy. What a source of power!
    I hope we don’t have to wait till oil and coal run out before we tackle that.”
    – Thomas Edison (1847-1931)

    No doubt a fair amount of climbing up iron ladders can be achieved by an active man in a ship’s engine room, but I remember moments when even to my supple limbs and pride of nimbleness the sailing ship’s machinery seemed to reach up to the very stars.
    For machinery it is, doing its work in perfect silence and with a motionless grace, that seems to hide a capricious and not always governable power, taking nothing away from the material stores of the earth. Not for it the unerring precision of steel moved by white steam and living by red fire and fed with black coal. The other seems to draw its strength from the very soul of the world, its formidable ally, held to obedience by the frailest bonds, like a fierce ghost captured in a snare of something even finer than spun silk. For what is the array of the strongest ropes, the tallest spars and the stoutest canvas against the mighty breath of the Infinite, but thistle stalks, cobwebs, and gossamer?
    –Joseph Conrad (Mirror of the Sea)


    Ah, Mr. Edison. I wonder what he’d think of the current discussions on these matters.

    And that wonderful quotation from Conrad – such an appropriate reminder of the strengths and lmiitations of human attempts to confront nature.

    I had to smile at this – “doing its work in perfect silence”. There’s nothing quite like the experience of being at sea and suddenly hearing that noise that doesn’t belong – the little “tick”, the slight squeak, the whirr that never has been. It’s like an unexpected footfall in a forest, and in my own experience, the heart responds in exactly the same way ;-)


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