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What kind the wine was did not matter, It was the memory!Jul 23 '00 Write an essay on this topic.It was a brisk October day and we were headed to Hermann, Missouri for the annual Wine Fest. They no longer have this as of a few years back because of the large crowds and those who chose to become intoxicated. But, back in the good ole days, not so long ago.... We boarded a bus that we had chartered to take us from St Louis to Hermann each year. The trip took us about a two hour by bus but at this time of the year it was a beautiful ride. The trees were taking on the colors of autumn and I was among friends so we had two hours to talk and gossip...and some began with their wine. It was a ritual! You knew who would get out of hand, who could not hold their liquor, who would tell the best jokes, and who would always bring a new date to the event! It was the Wine Fest gossip! We always had a great time. Once we got to Hermann we would all unload and start walking to the wineries. At the wineries you could purchase your wine if you chose, have a picnic, eat a brat with sauerkraut, listen to the German music, join a polka dance in progress, or tour the many antique shops located throughout Hermann. No matter what you did, you could not help but make memories and have a great time! If you didn't it was your own fault! As a group we usually would split up into small groups but met back for lunch. Lunch was traditional every year! We spread out our blankets on a large hill that overlooked the festivities. We had a great menu for lunch. Crackers, numerous types of cheese, salami, and strawberries were the staple items but you always brought more than you could ever eat...so, we shared with everyone. You always had something new to try! I remember when one of my friends had brought oysters. He swore they were great. "You have to try one," he insisted. Having never tried oysters in the past I thought I might be missing something. So, I did but wished I would not have. I did not like oysters but everytime I see a can of oysters or eat crackers and cheese I can not help but remember the great times we had at the Hermann wineries! After lunch we would head off again with full stomachs and our wine bottles in our hand! It was a day full of memories shared over a bottle of wine, and what type or kind the wine was just did not matter! Late in the evening we would all meet back at the bus. The trip home was again filled with the gossip of the day, the sites we had seen, the antique we bought...and the sound of many snoring quietly in the background!  |
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