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Even More Wine Enjoyment


Bruce got his road map from Aunt Ella, Krassimira got hers from Grandfather.
And if you take these two stories together, it forms the guiding belief and principles
of our winegrowing.
Feel deeply, and have fun.


Krassi's part of the road map went like this:

As a child I lived in Bulgaria.  It was very different than America
and there were many things that influenced me.  One of these influences was during a time
that my mother worked in Great Preslav and I would stay with my Grandparents in the village.
The village was wonderful.  At the time it was full of kids and alive.
We grew almost all our own food, preserved it for the winter,
made wine, kept animals, and I grew more in tune with the true nature of living.
My mother would come to the village for the weekends to visit her parents and myself,
and even though I really loved to be with my Grandparents,
it was very hard for me to see my Mom leave and go back to the city for the week.
My Grandfather and I would see her off at the bus stop on the main road.
We would then walk back on the dirt road to the village and I would start to cry.
Now my Grandfather had a very structured and disciplined side to him.
He also had a very sensitive side to him, and he knew that if we didn't walk straight back home
from the bus stop, and instead we spent a little time in a field that overlooked the lake,
it would be better.
There in the field, I would continue to cry and usually he did too.
Eventually the evening star would come out, and we would head home.
What he would say to me in Bulgarian was-
It is all right to feel deeply, and it is all right to cry.

                                                                                    
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Bruce kissing the hand that feeds him




Bruce's part went like this:

As a kid my mother would take me to Covina, California, East of Azusa, to visit Aunt Ella.
We would have what I now look back on as a sacred time,
we would have what was known as a visit.
I was your typical squirmy kid that did not want to be inside and behaving myself.
But I knew there would be a pay-off after the visit... ice cream and homemade pie.
So I did behave myself, but the pay-off turned out to be entirely different upon reflection.
The visit would start out in the more formal parlor of a large Victorian home that was given
to her by an eccentric inventor, she was his caregiver in his later life.
After about what seemed like an eternity to a kid, probably 15 minutes of discussing family news,
we would then move to the informal sitting room just by the dining room.
The pie was getting closer, this was good.
There in that different environment Aunt Ella would talk in a way to get to know more about me.
But this was a gentle conflict, she wanted to know more, and I wanted pie.
So after a brief time she would get up, walk over to my chair, kiss me on the top of the head,
hold my face, look into my eyes, and say...
"Bruce, whatever you do, have fun."

And those are the two, very similar, road maps.
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