While your Grandpa was still around, were you at all interested in making wine and did you ever get to see his recipes or talk about his techniques?
Those images brought back some family memories for me, thanks for posting them! Very cool that you still have those.
Glad they brought you memories!
I was too young. Since I got interested in wine, I asked family members about what they recall. I do remember he himself called his red wine a name that has been banned on this forum! LOL. He had a good sense of humor.
No one got his recipes, because he did it all in his head. I have one uncle still living who is 84 and recalled as much as he could. The grapes came from California, ordered through a local grocer. My uncle as a young man had a huge Buick, and they would fill the entire car - trunk, backseat, everywhere - with boxes of grapes.
My uncle said he used Zinfandel and some other red grape. Grandpa had a dedicated pair of boots to stomp the grapes. He made wine once a year, and it was a big production as far as gallons. I think from the descriptions he had to be making at least 50 gallons or so, and I would not be surprised if it wasn't more like 100. That would not be an unusual quantity in an Old World Italian family, where wine is served twice a day, at lunch and dinner.
I still recall Grandpa sitting at the kitchen table for lunch, a small glass of wine set near him. He would eat and take tiny sips all along. The Old World belief was that wine in moderation was restorative. After lunch, he would go back out and work on his garden, which covered nearly the entire back yard. My Grandma canned every single thing out of that garden. Grandpa mowed his grass with a reel mower well up into his late 70s.
Fermentation was natural, which I figure is part of the reason why he could never get good wine out of the local grapes but always had to order from California. The wine was fermented in large upright barrels with one end out, and always stored in large sealed oak barrels in the basement. There were eight large barrels on a rack in the wine room. I do recall seeing them and how they were done. No airlocks, but they had the bung on the up side and the tightness of that is how they were vented.
My uncle said cleaning out the fermentation barrels was always his job, and you could get pretty high just from breathing the fumes.
My Dad helped one or two times, and he said Grandpa was always very fussy about how the wine was drained from the storage barrels for use. He would only put it in bottles just before it was to be used, usually screw-top Mogan David bottles. He was fussy about how the air was allowed into the barrel as the wine drained, and about how much was allowed in, my Dad said. (For obvious reasons.)
My grandpa and his other Italian friends from the Italian neighborhood where he lived would gather at one of their houses, bring their wines, and critique them, my uncle said. They'd share techniques, etc., and so better themselves in winemaking that way as well as getting tipsy and enjoying each other's company.
I used to get a sip of his white wine as a kid, now and then. It was dry and good. I do remember the taste vividly.
My Grandpa's grape press was made from a former letter press that had been used to print fliers and posters. My cousin has it, but it has never been used to press grapes since Grandpa's last batch, which was made around 1967.
My Grandma died in 1968 and he died in 1969, when I was 11.
Many people in modern winemaking diss all this as low-quality crap techniques, but back in those days you did not have mail-order winemaking suppliers and all these chemicals like we do now. I do know I have never been able so far to duplicate the taste of his white wine.
Wow, your question brought back memories for me, too! I owe the images to my deceased Uncle Albert, who always had a Super 8 camera with him when we were kids. In retirement, he compiled them all with his narrative on VHS tape, and then they were played during the visitation at his funeral. Everyone clamored for a copy, so my cousin Bill had DVDs made of the tape. I prize that DVD.