A century or so ago, Robert Mondavi's parents were part of a wave of Italian immigrants who settled on the Iron Range. Thankfully for him, and for wine lovers, they didn't stay.
Mondavi, who died Friday at age 94, was born in Virginia, Minn., and revisited the state frequently. His winery was a huge success, but more than that, Robert Gerald Mondavi was a visionary and tireless ambassador for American wine. I asked several Minnesotans to share their thoughts on this iconic figure.
Jack Farrell, president of local retailer Haskell's: "His father [Cesare] was a miner in Virginia, and he went out to California to buy grapes to send back here. He did that for a couple of years, and he finally told his wife, 'It's really nice out here, we're moving.'
"I used to run into him in the early '70s in France. He would tell me, 'Someday, young man, California wines will be the greatest wines in the world.' About 10 years later, I was staying in his guesthouse, and he brought out this wine, and I said, 'You finally have done it. This wine is as good as anything in the world.'
"He was a nice, nice man. And he had a vision. His mission statement was that wine had been a great part of the cultural ascent of man, and it should be that way with California wines."
Lynn Johnson, chairman of the board of local wine distributor Johnson Bros.: "Even though Bob was an internationally acclaimed winemaker and a legend in the wine industry, he never forgot his Minnesota roots and was the personification of 'Minnesota Nice.' He was a true gentleman.
"Bob asked if I would do him a favor and distribute his brands back in the 1960s. To be honest, there wasn't exactly a huge demand in Minnesota for high-end California wines. But Bob was a hard guy to say no to and joked that we'd at least get a few orders from his relatives in Virginia. I agreed to carry his wines, and the rest is history."
Cindy Pawlcyn, Golden Valley native and chef/owner of three Napa restaurants: "He would come in about once a week, and whenever somebody would order a Mondavi wine, he would pay for it. We'd bring them the bill, and they'd say 'What about the wine?' and we'd say 'Oh, Bob Mondavi is over there, and he paid for it. And they'd just flip out."