Nancy Rossi
I was born in a small Italian village, by the Mediterranean Sea. On the weekend, my father and grandfather would take care of our small family vineyard. My favorite task was watering, as my father would gear up with a metallic backpack from which he would pump water onto the vines. Oh, how I too wanted to water the vineyard! But I was strictly forbidden to touch that magical backpack.
My mother would take “time off” in the Fall to harvest olives from the grove she had inherited from my grandmother. That time of the year brought 2 moments of joy for me: hearing my mother and the other harvesters singing while reaping the olives, and the picnics we would plan by the olive trees.
Today, I live in a suburb of Montreal, a Canadian metropolis. Sadly, my father had to make the difficult decision to pull out the vines as there was no one to take over. Fortunately, my work with Œnologues de France allows me to visit vineyards and taste Bacchus’ nectars from all over the world.
As for the olive groves, I decided to take them over before my parents decided to sell them, even from afar! As soon as I can, I cross the Atlantic to reunite with my groves. Through MonOlivier, I offer a high-quality extra virgin olive oil to the sponsors who adopted one of my trees.
Sometimes, I still dream of grabbing my father’s magical backpack. And if I close my eyes while standing among the hundred-year-old olive trees, I can still hear my mother, my grandmother and my great grandmother joyously murmuring through the branches.
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