My sister and I watching the fire. I’m the one in the stripes.
My sister and I watching the fire. I’m the one in the stripes.
My husband called me a few days ago, and said “Honey, there are baby bunnies here that need the help of you and Sabrina.” I grabbed the dog crate, then Sabrina and I headed to the winery. Once we got there, we ran into the tasting room to see what we were going to have to do. He said they were found in the middle of the road, and were washed down the hill from all the rain we had. There were five, but two of them were already dead by the time the others were found.
We see these tiny creatures. Oh boy, we thought, we were not sure where to begin. How we could help these teeny tiny things.
We made a plan to head to Tractor Supply to see what we could gather there to help them. Once we got there we found a few books about rabbits, and started reading. My daughter started texting some friends that had other rabbits and experience with them. By the time we picked out a few items, one of her friends said he would take them, and care for them. He raises show rabbits, so we thought this would be a better choice.
So, we dropped them off with her friend, and he has been taking care of them.
Hannah is our miniature donkey, and Anastasia is one of the newest kids. Hannah is recovering, and Anastasia is sitting by her comforting her. All the other little kids were playing and Anastasia was sitting near Hannah. I love our farm!
In a barrel room, a lady samples the wine with some fellas. Three of the men are engaging with the young lady, while an elderly gentleman hangs away from the crowd. Could these be the three musketeers? Her bright colored dress, his pants, and the gentleman in the background are the ones that keep your eye bouncing around the canvas to each one, you are participating in the jovial spirit of the work of art. Although, some believe they are in a tavern, I suspect it is in a barrel room of a home. There are no taps on the wine barrels. The jug in the foreground, is also more of an indicator of the location.
OMG! It is that time of the year. The time of the year that I can not go into Tractor Supply or Farmer Supply. Why, did you ask?
I thought it would be most fitting to include someone from my line that was born in Ireland. Thomas was born in 1738 in Ireland. We only know the name of the father which was Thomas Johnston. He was baptized in Warwich, England. He had two sons, once he moved to Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
Many of the people in the New Country were enjoying a relative prosperity, and they were more free than their brothers and sisters across the pond. Only about 10 percent of people lived in the cities. Family farms dominated the landscape. The British Empire did not intervene too much into the lives of the new colonies, but once the French and Indian War cut into the royal coffers…it all changed. The British were deeply in debt, and taxes were a heavy burden for the colonist. This would be a spark that would ignite the American Revolution.
The French, Spanish, and English were trying to divide the land for themselves, yet cut out the Native American. Many of the colonist aligned themselves with the British since that was the common currency of the time. The settlers were vulnerable during the nine year fight, since goods were just taken for the war. The British were soon seen as outsiders, since families had to depend on each other. The communities became stronger, and the tension between the Americans and British grew.
The people that had it the toughest were the Native Americans that depended on the French for trade. After the war they tried to seek trade with the British, but they saw that the British were only wanting their land. Although, the Native Americans were blamed for killing the colonist in their home, each side were equally guilty. Native American were pushed more and more out west, and relations with the Native people would never be the same.
Thomas was a private in the American Revolutionary War. He died when he was 30. It is known that Thomas often told people that he was a descendant of Archibald Johnston. I have found that Archibald, had a son named James, that had a son name Thomas. I can’t verify the information, and the dates are off for birth of Thomas and death of James. So, my job as the family historian continues.
Cesarina had a wonderful husband…Giuseppe. Oh, how I loved him! He had a likable spirit from the first time I met him, to the very last day of his life. He couldn’t have been happier that Roberto and I were having a baby. when we would say that we thought we were going to have a baby boy, he was positive. He would tell us, the baby will probably be a little boy.
Giuseppe didn’t hold Sergio much when he was a tiny baby. He was always afraid he was going to hurt him. It wasn’t until almost a month before he passed away that he would hold him.
Sergio would gulp down tomatoes, and he thought that was the funniest thing he had ever witnessed. He was the great equalizer of Cesarina.
One day we went to help the people down the street, and he had a heart attack. He was mowing their grass one January afternoon. We were all just around the table minutes earlier. I had to call Roberto and tell him the news about his father. It was one of the most devastating aspects of my life, and all our lives.
It was all so surreal how fast everything had to happen. We went from seeing him in the yard of our neighbors to going to the hospital to say goodbye. Everything, was like something out of a movie. The next day we picked out a coffin, gravesite, granite, and service prayers. By the third day he was no longer among us.
When Cesarina and I were at her house to make phone calls to friends there was one message on the answering machine. She and I were in the family room together, and I had a note pad ready to take the message. When I played it, the voice, that sounded just like Giuseppe said “I am here”. Chills multiplied all over our bodies. We looked at each other and busted out crying. We hugged each other, and were shocked. We listened to the message one more time, and she said “It was him, he told us he is ok.” When we tried to play it the third time, it was no longer there. Cesarina kept asking me…Did you hear him? I did, and I swear to this day that his voice was on the machine.
Life is so fragile, and we must make the most of every moment we have here!
What a whirlwind of happenings. This weekend is Zinfandel Festival. So, we are gearing up for that right now, making sure the musicians are going to be there…we have plenty of Zin! We have part one done for Casa Dell Arte.
This is where we will have art classes, painting, crafts, dance, yoga, and karaoke. We will also allow people to rent the space for private parties, and conferences. We can fit 160 people in the space. It is a total of 1700 square feet of space. Next, it will all be painted, and we will add a fridge in the space. It’s very versatile. We couldn’t be more happy with the way it looks now.
We are creating a destination…a place for wine and memories that are made!