My Pop fancied himself a 'Gentleman Farmer'. He was truly a gentleman, in the literal sense of the word. But his agricultural skills definitely needed work.
He rototilled out a patch of lawn at the Big House and began to cultivate vegetables. Green peppers, 48 tomato plants (24 staked for an early harvest, 24 caged for a sustainable harvest), a row of cabbage, a row of Brussels Sprouts (which, due to a mix up at the seed store turned out to be two rows of Brussels Sprouts) and even sweet corn, which did not do well at all because of his love of and respect for wildlife.
But Pop's greatest stab at home gardening had to be his grape arbor. He bought root stock and grafted sweet red table grapes on them. Then he erected the arbor. The first arbor was made of one inch diameter steel pipe, the kind usually used as natural gas lines. Pop built two structures that looked like giant staples, vertical posts and a horizontal lintel. But Pop did not dig down deep enough nor did he secure the posts in concrete.
The grapes grew magnificently! They draped themselves over the arbor and bore clusters of fruit. So heavy were the vines that by early Autumn, around harvest time the arbor collapsed under the weight.
Next Spring Pop put the apparatus back up but bolstered it with chicken wire spanning side to side. Again he produced a bumper crop of grapes. And again, the arbor collapsed. Mom was growing impatient.
One more try at building a successful grape arbor meant scraping the steel pipe and bringing in outdoor lumber. Three 4x4s on each side anchored in concrete and topped with a twelve foot long 4x4 looked as if it could not only stand up against the weight of the vines, but last for generations.
It did last for three growing seasons before it started to list to starboard and eventually collapse. This was the last straw for Mom who insisted that Pop was not Ernest and Julio Gallo, the upper Ohio River valley wasn't Napa California and Pop's viticulture had to end.
Down came the lumber. Down came the grafted vines. The grape arbor experiment was over.
Or was it?
The summer of 2007 was Pop's last summer. I went out to the Big House and saw him riding the mower around the grounds. There were four spots right where the great grape experiment happened that he apparently missed with the lawn tractor. I walked down to take a look and alert Pop of the missed spots.
There I saw the root stock of those grapes trying their best to grow all these years later. Pop mowed around them and let them be. I have no doubt that he thought with a little patience and understanding and luck, Mom would relent and let him make another try at growing his grapes.