Rowyn, darling, it's time for dinner. My grandmother's maid, Lucile beckoned. Grandmother lived on a large vineyard that had been opened by her grandparents friends, Ann Bigelow Stern and Janos Sholz. They could did not continue the business after they were divorced. So they gave the business to there closest friends, my great-grand parents. It has been in the family ever since. Rosen Crest has been one of the top suppliers of wine along the California coast, since the day it opened. Grandmother would say that her father told her "there were people lined up for miles, just to taste the wine." The lineage if the Industry is a very long one.
Grandmother was an old lady, she was "set in her old ways," as my father would say. My father did not always see eye to eye with my grandmother. My father is actually from the east coast, he met my mother while attending Syracuse University. My father was a business man. He has been the director of marketing and distribution at Avalon Crest Wine Company for a very long time. It is actually how he met my mother.
He worked closely with my grandfather, until my grandfather died. My mom and my grandfather died on the same day, from the same accident. They were on a train coming back from a business trip, they never traveled by anything other that train, I never knew why. Something wasn't working with the tracks or something and the train derailed, crashed into a lake, and never resurfaced. I was nine. Fallon was only seven. We had a small funeral in my backyard, it was a family matter only.
My father was distraught for so long, there were days that he didn't even get out of bed. He put all of the pictures with her in them, into the the attic. I snuck up there one day and took one, I keep it in my sketch book. It is of Fallon her and I standing infant of the Vineyard sign. I have sketched it at least half a dozen times, none are satisfying enough for me.
During my fathers distraught time, my grandmother came out to visit us in Maine often. We live on 3 acres of trees and large fields. The building is fairly old, it was made from brick in the 19 hundreds. My favorite part about it, is a little area under the stairs that has all of my art supplies.
Mom would used to go out and draw with me, she was very good. If I was having a bad day, she always could cheer me up with that. We often drew each other. Hers always ended up better than mine, noses, why were noise so hard to draw.
"Rowyn, come on."
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Working on the Rail Road
AcakRowyn adores her Grandmother. She loves visiting her on the Vine yard in California. Most of all she loves the stories that her Grandma tells, especially her new story about the Wild Wild West. Why does the story sound so familiar?
