Laura Aschero was my mother. The daughter of a doctor and later the wife of one, she showed a determined, brilliant and enterprising character from a young age. After years as a full-time wife and mother, in 1975, at the age of 54 and with my father’s support, she decided to turn the family land back into vineyards, to sell the grapes to local winemakers and to give her husband, who was nearing retirement, something to do. But she was not one to stand on the sidelines: encouraged by friends in the trade, she registered with the Chamber of Commerce and tried her hand at making wine from some of her grapes.