One of our own, and a beloved alum of the 1997 trip, Jeremiah Lynch (aka Pappa Lynch) passed away last week after a long but closely held illness. He will certainly be missed by those of us that only briefly knew him, and we can only imagine the sorrow of his immediate family, including his son John, daughter Jane, and John's wife Candy, daughter Michele, and son "Little John".
My memories of Pappa Lynch are his leadership in the love of beer. One of the first encounters we had was during our (myself, BarleyMan, Einfahrt) initial attempt at home brewing from scratch; actually grinding the grain and all that entails. Pappa Lynch arrived with samples in hand, and proceeded to show us not only how to do it, but also brought a recipe for his version of the Ipswitch Pale Ale. I still have the gallon jug.
The best we can do to remember him is to raise a Maß high above our heads and sing "Alice, Alice, Who the Fuck is Alice"
To Herr Pappa Lynch.... Ein Prosit, ein Prosit, der Gemütlichkeit !
2 comments:
Amen.
We had such a good time in Munich with Pappa Lynch.
He takes the prize for "Taking one for the team" when he fell off the beer hall bench, broke his ribs, and kept on plugging. Didn't really slow him down too much. That's dedication.
Paulaner Girl and I both enjoyed our time with him, and our hearts go out to John and his family.
"We'll also raise a glass for him at Oktoberfest if that alright with everyone."
You better believe it. we wouldn't have it any other way. Just don't ask us to do a memorial fall off of the bench.
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