tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859932972602672224.post494176663274701418..comments2024-03-27T20:47:44.536-06:00Comments on Random Thoughts by Mark Milliorn: Weird MeasurementsMark Milliornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13604793462527896688noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3859932972602672224.post-44289630417589823932019-04-07T06:56:30.042-06:002019-04-07T06:56:30.042-06:00My great to the 82nd power grandpa was Bishop Arnu...My great to the 82nd power grandpa was Bishop Arnulf. If I remember right he had a bishopric in Austria. One sunny summer he traveled a bunch of leagues to a nearby town and promptly died. His grief stricken parishioners went to get his body and bring him home. Like good germanic folk they took along a little water, but mostly they took some butts, barrels, kegs or whatever they were storing beer in at a the time. These were full of beer. The grief stricken citizens dutifully collected Bishop Arnulf (later anglicized to Arnold) and set off for home. It was a hot summer and the forgot to refill the water kegs when they picked the good bishop up. Bishops tended to be on the heavy side back then, and soon the bearers and mourners were worn out. Discovering that water gone, they resorted to the beer kegs. Only one was left and it was less than a quarter full. <br /><br />So the assistant bishop and the priests who'd come along for the beer prayed to their good bishop whom they figured was up in heaven by now that, for heaven's sake, don't let the beer run out. Miraculously they kept pouring out flagon after flagon of lager until just as they arrived home, the beer ran out. It took them a while to remember why they'd walked all that way and managed to get Grandpa Arnulf in the ground before the heat got to him. <br /><br />Word of the miracle reached Rome and after that kind of miracle, the pope instantly made him a saint. There is in fact, a brewery in Texas that makes a nice frothy beer named after my ancestor - St. Arnold's beer. I'm not sure whether it comes in butts, piggins, barrels or what, but I hear it's pretty good stuff. I wouldn't know being a teetotaler myself which I am sure would be a real disappointment to Grandpa St. Arnold, the patron saint of beer. - Tom<br />Tom Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16700342512275624543noreply@blogger.com