A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS… MAYBE MORE.
A glimpse at what was, and now is. The continuum exists, if only in our minds and memories. We If you, who read this entry, have read this blog from the beginning, then you know that one of my favorite sources for my story telling, as it were, are my memories. Nostalgia rules and it is not because my life is devoid of actuality. In fact, it is so full that this blog has been unattended for quite some time. It rules because, simply put, it is a true fountain of many vignettes which, in sum total, may someday give my children a vision of what life was for another child growing up in a different place which, while still existing, is now long gone. Once in a while, reality checks in. Yesterday was one such day for me. One of the longer entries in this compendium of “short stories” dealt with the times I spent, as a child, at my grandfather’s factory. A place where some 50 families (including ours) earned a living, manufacturing a combination of local wines and hard liquors. T...