Not near Perryville at all. Dad's farm was south of Cape about 15 miles near a tiny town of Commerce, MO. Right on the river. The 100 year old house was up on a ridge but the 1939 flood took out some of the barns 4 years before I was born. From the time I was 6 (1949) until I was 12 I thought I was Tom Sawyer. Every spring my friends and I built a raft and played all day on the great Mississippi. When I was 13 our living room and one bed room burned and my dad and his brother built a loft in one of the barns. My mom, dad, sister, and I lived in that loft for 3 years until the house was fixed. My sister and I worked on the farm most of our teen years.thistlebloom said:
Oh wow! Do you know the name of the winery? I would like to see their website and see if they have pictures of the farm. Now I'm excited. Even at my age I still have very fond and vivid memories of that place . . . the Mississippi mud in my hair and in my teeth . . . my first kiss . . . my first smoke (yuk) . . . my first chew (yuk) . . . sweaty dirty work until you just fall down for a rest in the hot sun. . . where I learned to drive . . . BIG catfish . . . Big bulls . . . Big pigs . . . BIG logs to split . . . BIG dreams. I better stop my nostalgic journey now.so lucky said:
Yes, it's called RiverRidge Winery. Their website is riverridgewinery.com. I hope it jives with your nostalgia.Smiles said:
