A Century of Wine: Dry Finish

One of my first memories as a child was following my maternal great-grandmother, Maggie, around in her orchard and vineyard in western Pennsylvania. It was fascinating for me as a 6 year old to watch her prune the vines. Year after year she harvested beautiful Concord and Fredonia grapes and made juice and jelly from them. Her love of gardening and stewardship of the earth was instilled in me at an early age. In 1972 our family moved to the Lang Farm Homestead, where my father was raised. The farm had eight grapevines that were planted in the early 1900s by my paternal great-grandfather, Andrew Lang. Over the years I learned how to tend the vines. Our first attempt to make wine occurred in the mid 1980s when my dad decided to try a batch of Concord. Wine eventually happened, but not without my mother finding the barrel spewing gas and juice all over the basement. Needless to say my father, Ernie the engineer, decided to take up a different hobby (scroll-sawing). I went on to attend college to become