I usually try to put a story or memory with most of my paintings, and the memory of grapes vines would include my wonderful grandfather and grandmother. They lived in a small house and grew almost everything they ate. They had chickens, huge garden, fruit and grapes. They grape-vine was an arching one that at the time seemed like a mile long, but I’m sure it would have only been no more than ten yards or so. As a kid I loved the way they completely arched over, darkening the bottom side to the point of not being able to see much sun light through the leaves. At the end of the grape-vine was a goose berry bush, unfortunately I loved both berries, and was warned about eating to many of either. But did I listen… oh hell no! I would lay under the grape-vine (after checking for snakes) and eat grapes and goose berries until green in the face… bad idea, believe me, you’ll pay in awful ways if you over indulge in either berry. The sad thing is no matter how much pain and agony that I went through, the very next time we would visit, my butt would be right back under there and do the same thing.
So if there’s anything to be learned here is:
1. always check for snakes before entering the grape zone!
2. Never put a goose berry bush within arms length of this boy!
3. After eating to many grapes and goose berries, make sure that your grandma and grandpa has something more than an outhouse! Oh I forgot to mention at the time, all they had was an outhouse! Mercy, I think I’ll stop on that one.
TMI (To Much Information)!