Great Story! My gramma made wine -- particularly rose-hip and black currant. My dad said, "She made wine out of anything in the garden." Supposedly, I'm like a reincarnation of her - not because of the winemaking only, but in general. I freak my dad out sometimes because I even
act like his mom (same gestures, same way of saying things), and I didn't really even know her. She died when I was 3 and a half. I had met her maybe twice (she in Germany, us in the States).
I spent the last day of 2005 doing this: I'm still not done, but I think it's the beginnings of my new rose-hip wine label.
My dad had tears in his eyes when he saw this (bad) photoediting.