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La Conca

It was a tumble-down house.

It was a barn with a hay loft, the animals were on the ground floor: it was the mid-1800’s. The Fine Arts Commission had not yet taken under its care that typical pile of bricks whose name was “La Conca”.  That perfect slice of land which went from nearby Sughericcio towards Ornellaia was tilted on its sides towards the center and, accordingly, gave the local authorities the reason to name the “hollow” that particular oscillation of angles and olive trees; Conca, the hollow, that brick farmhouse with red shutters which, today, is used as a logistical reference point.

A friendship linked my maternal grandmother, Graziella Cedraschi, a prodigious and far-sighted woman, to Luciana Aloisi, mother of Livio and Giulia, the latter of whom married Nicolò Incisa della Rocchetta. It was that began that reciprocal love and affection which continues even today with new names and new faces. It was that love which first directed my grandparents towards that site which, in certain places, is tied to Africa, which, to a great extent, represented the fortune and the tragedies of the first protagonists of Bolgheri. 

La Conca

It was a tumble-down house.

It was a barn with a hay loft, the animals were on the ground floor: it was the mid-1800’s. The Fine Arts Commission had not yet taken under its care that typical pile of bricks whose name was “La Conca”.  That perfect slice of land which went from nearby Sughericcio towards Ornellaia was tilted on its sides towards the center and, accordingly, gave the local authorities the reason to name the “hollow” that particular oscillation of angles and olive trees; Conca, the hollow, that brick farmhouse with red shutters which, today, is used as a logistical reference point.

A friendship linked my maternal grandmother, Graziella Cedraschi, a prodigious and far-sighted woman, to Luciana Aloisi, mother of Livio and Giulia, the latter of whom married Nicolò Incisa della Rocchetta. It was that began that reciprocal love and affection which continues even today with new names and new faces. It was that love which first directed my grandparents towards that site which, in certain places, is tied to Africa, which, to a great extent, represented the fortune and the tragedies of the first protagonists of Bolgheri. 

 

But, above all, that attachment to a magic realm of sanctified olive trees and vineyards which became sacred, almost immortal, began. Love sealed sales contracts and prolonged our life in Tuscany. The house in Bolgheri became the playground of our childhood summers, became the destination of our adolescent voyages, the preferred spot to live the sun which, in the Maremma, becomes the globe of globes …. above all it was the curtainless theater of all of our sincerest friendships.

There, where my mother Minnie, along with my grandparents, went to their afterlife, now with my aunt Silvia, my wife Manuela, with my father Guido, who felt for Bolgheri a love which is secret and distant, my cousin Virginia, almost twins in their feelings: there where all of us continue this story by now almost revealed in all of its senses and its blood ties, adding to a perfect olive oil a vine which roots its way into the soil.

But, above all, that attachment to a magic realm of sanctified olive trees and vineyards which became sacred, almost immortal, began. Love sealed sales contracts and prolonged our life in Tuscany. The house in Bolgheri became the playground of our childhood summers, became the destination of our adolescent voyages, the preferred spot to live the sun which, in the Maremma, becomes the globe of globes …. above all it was the curtainless theater of all of our sincerest friendships.

There, where my mother Minnie, along with my grandparents, went to their afterlife, now with my aunt Silvia, my wife Manuela, with my father Guido, who felt for Bolgheri a love which is secret and distant, and my cousin Virginia, almost twins in their feelings: there where all of us continue this story by now almost revealed in all of its senses and its blood ties, adding to a perfect olive oil a vine which roots its way into the soil.

In the olive grove, the warm wind from Africa, the sirocco, alternates with the fresh mistral wind from the northwest, then the tramontana, the north wind, refreshes the August heat. Since then, the sky has not lost one star, love has remained youthful and true, like that of adolescents: everything has remained as it was and the dreams of bygone years have stuck their way into the dark earth with energy and force, without the falseness of infesting weeds, without ever selling out the dream of the farmhouse.
Alone, we lived it, with all the love a mother can have. It will be the vine which we just planted to write the other stories of Conca. As it was for the soil blessed by the plants, for the house rebuilt according to the rules of that place: the wine will unite, yet another time, the earth to the sky, thought to action, the thoughts of the mothers and fathers to the fruits of the children, of the grandchildren. Here we are again, with this marvel, this wonder.

Giovanni Gastel Jr

In the olive grove, the warm wind from Africa, the sirocco, alternates with the fresh mistral wind from the northwest, then the tramontana, the north wind, refreshes the August heat. Since then, the sky has not lost one star, love has remained youthful and true, like that of adolescents: everything has remained as it was and the dreams of bygone years have stuck their way into the dark earth with energy and force, without the falseness of infesting weeds, without ever selling out the dream of the farmhouse.
Alone, we lived it, with all the love a mother can have. It will be the vine which we just planted to write the other stories of Conca. As it was for the soil blessed by the plants, for the house rebuilt according to the rules of that place: the wine will unite, yet another time, the earth to the sky, thought to action, the thoughts of the mothers and fathers to the fruits of the children, of the grandchildren. Here we are again, with this marvel, this wonder.

Giovanni Gastel Jr

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