Wine Makers

11/08/2008

1984, September the second I was born. Pretty much close of grapes harvest time and wine production. My mom cried loud to deliver me and my father was extremely nervous. I was their first child. I am a boy and they named me André. Maria and José are my parents’ names and we live in a small village where everyone knows us. My father he runs a business of his own. He is an entrepreneur, like my grandfather was once. My father owns a business of caterpillars. 

Years ago before I was born, there was a young but tough man in a small village that strived for his dream and conquered it. He had no support from his family, as he had no parents but brothers and sisters. Miserably grown he was a hard working and raised a company from his own. After long years as a servant, striving for food, life and money, he became the owner of most successful company in his small village and surroundings. He had several children but he wasn’t kind for them. They were grown in his strict way of living. He taught and employed all men, which today after I was born, are the building company’s owners. He sold his company, got retired and enjoyed the rest of his life. His name was Amândio. 

Jose, my father is one of his elder’s sons. He had a very strict way to grown himself and soon he had to work in my grandfather company. He left behind his studies, his wishes and his joy. He was ordered to do that, he was asked in a very strict way. However by the time my grandfather sold his company my father were free to go, as he went. He went to work as a servant like my grandfather once did, but after a year he started his own business.    

In a land where soil it’s tough but fertile grows the best liqueurs of god. After my grandfather retired himself he had bought extensive vineyards and started to produce wine on his own. He had always loved wine, since his teenager time. Also my father did. So by the time my grandfather bought the vineyards, he became the wine maker. 

By the time I was born, my grandfather was retired and I became to him as a child he had never taking care of. My father was in a big challenge of his own, my mom worked for a company and my grandparents offered to take care of me and raise me as best as they could. So by the time being I became so close to my grandparents and they to me that I felt them as my parents. I was grown more with love of grandparents and their attention than my own parents. While kid I was taught about everything by grandfather. So according my grandfather I would become a wine maker and I was taught for that. I have learnt and worked on vineyards duties. However I was still a child he made all efforts to understand me and to make me happy. He was always ready for me. And I never felt him leaving me behind. 

As a wine lover he had his harvest every year. Every year he worked to get the best wine, every year of the rest of his life.