Family Beer Drinking

61473_10151280931625600_1584134657_nI’ve been thinking a lot about family lately and the relationship we have with beer.  Maybe I’ve told a few family stories in earlier posts and about their connection to their favorite beverage. 

My father and I have a tradition every June 1st, it would have been my grandfather’s (John Paul Rinehart)  101st birthday. He loved drinking beer, he probably would have loved the fact that one of his grandsons got into making his favorite libation. He was a good drinking buddy too, learned a lot of life lessons from him over a few beers. Our tradition is simple, pour a pint and toast my grandfather. Due to scheduling, my father couldn’t make it, but my brewers stepped in. He was also his father’s home brewing assistant, that was until he thought two lumps of sugar was better than one for priming bottles.

My grand dad’s father, was a home brewer, it was probably the only way he could get beer. That was until he became a Catholic to get access to some brews in trade for painting a monastery. 

My maternal grandfather, or Morfar as we called him, was quite the home brewer and home vintner. Growing up, I thought there was nothing he couldn’t do. He was a remarkable man and understood the science behind brewing. My grandfather taught me a lot about my profession and urged me to not give up. I remember quite a few summers in Denmark, enjoying his beer and his plum wine. Then there’s my connection to Carlsberg through his father, Knud Jessen

I think about these four family members and how inspirational they were to me. If I hadn’t listened to the family stories over and over again, something I actually enjoyed, I probably would never have known the joy of brewing.

Both of my nephews have shown some interest in brewing. My youngest did a report on what he did over the summer last year, and he actually talked about the entire process. My eldest nephew is going to be shadowing me sometime this month for a similar report. Both of them have said to me on several occasions, “Uncle Paul, you’re getting old, when we turn 21, you should retire and we’ll take over.” It would be passing the torch on and continuing a family connection to my favorite beverage. One day I hope to have a son or daughter and maybe, just maybe, they will be inspired by the same spirit I was.