Let’s start with Grandpa Louis I, aka Ludwig I. Ludwig’s claim to fame was his wedding to Therese. This festive event was the first-ever Oktoberfest. The man knew how to throw a party. The party was so great it is still going on today. Ludwig I was totally into art and babes. It was widely whispered that he had several affairs and wife Therese was not amused.
He was not all that popular with the people, and during the beer riots, he decided to quit his job and turn it over to Max. I heard that the reason for the beer riots is Ludwig I invented a golden beer that was much tastier than normal German beer, and it’s cold. Only the “in” crowd was allowed to drink that beer, and the peasants wanted a try. Ludwig I said no, and they revolted. He ran away like a giant pussy and took his beer with him. Poor Max had to clean up the mess.
The only other thing he was known for was his passion for poetry and writing. Unfortunately, he had no skill; basically he sucked at it. I actually identify with him on his lack of writing skill. His bad poetry was all the gossip under the chestnut trees at the beer parks. It can still be seen today scratched on the men’s room wall at the Ratskeller. He also dressed as a homeless dude and wore his pants belted up to his nipples. He did not hear well and always yelled at people to speak up; he scared small children.
Ludwig I had birthmark on his forehead that looked like a pigeon shit on him. Poor Grandpa was just not a happening guy.