Today is my brother, Paul’s birthday. He told me a story today that our Dad told him happened on his first birthday in 1958.
That September day in Reedley, CA, it rained an inch. Our family lived on a farm and 4 acres of grapes had just been cut and were on the ground drying on paper trays. That day Dad and his brothers, my Uncles Henry, Wilfred and Frank, slipped 4,000 paper trays onto the old wooden trays that were stored in Grandpa’s shed. They saved the crop. “It was back-breaking work,” Dad said. “I’ve never forgotten your first birthday!”
Here are some old photos of the vineyard behind our home and cutting the grapes to dry:
Here are some older postcards of raisin drying on wooden trays:
Here is Paul today: