Almost exactly a year ago, Dee Carr passed away from cancer. She had a strong affinity for animals (to this day, Carr, who lives with their rescue dog Molly, is a huge supporter of animal rights and local humane societies), a deep devotion to her family, and a love of their annual all-white croquet tournament, held on the front lawn of their Dennis home. “I met my wife through a blind date,” Carr recalls. “I showed up wearing a bow tie, and I heard her whisper to her friend, ‘I think he looks like Peewee Herman,’” and the rest is history.”
Along with their love of wine, Carr and his wife shared a passion for literature. Joseph and Dee built their company, their home and their lives together against a backdrop of some of the greatest words ever written. It is fitting that wine was the product of their relationship, because as Robert Louis Stevenson writes, “Wine is bottled poetry.”
In Dee’s obituary, Carr quotes
Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “Ulysses”:
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Yielding is not something Carr has ever done, and as he continues to spend his life following his heroic heart and strong will, his wife is present in every aspect of his life—in the sunroom where Molly sleeps, in the grand piano their daughter plays, in the lakeside walks Carr takes along the property, and in his wines.
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