Pat Shingleton: "A Wrath of Grapes"
Grapes have advanced to one of the "top crops" for Louisiana. They were also a staple for us in our younger years in Pennsylvania. As noted in a previous column, residents would sink posts, connect bailing wire and plant the young vines in late February or early March. Our vines were very old, producing enough sweet grapes for consumption and for our Mom to "can" jars of grape jelly. Our neighbor, Lee Whitmire, had a larger, more developed arbor that enclosed a portion of his backyard. His arbor seemed to be always loaded with grapes and also served as a quiet, comforting and inviting space. I
sitting next to my grandfather, under the arbor's shade, in late summer. They would solve the problems of the world while I ate fresh grapes.