I don't know if Christ Church Nashville ever made peanut brittle but I do know that back in the early days of the 1960's and 1970's not only did Pastor Hardwick have a job but he and the members of the church sold hundreds of dozens of donuts several Saturday's a month to pay the church note, utilities, etc.
The church I grew up in Alaska not only made peanut brittle but tamales, my mom's homemade potato salad (untl the health department shut that down), cakes, easter eggs made from hard sugar and decorated, and Lord knows what all else I don't remember!!
Seems like I'm the only one who caught this. I'd like to hear 'the rest of the story'.
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They don't make it until around Thanksgiving so it'll be a while before I'll be shipping any out. I'll take orders earlier than I did last time though....and be a bit more organized!
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Seems like I'm the only one who caught this. I'd like to hear 'the rest of the story'.
LOL!!! Nothing bad on her part. My mom made the most incredible potato salad you have ever eaten. It was the kind that was mustard based not mayonase based.
It was yellow, tangy, and delicous! Everybody at church loved it so they decided to sell quart jars of it as a fundraiser.
It was a huge success and they did it for quite some time unti a health inspector came acros the table with it for sale somewhere and noted there was no refrigeration ,etc and it was considered a perishable item (this would have been in the late 1960's timeframe). Alas the potato salad as a fundraiser was dealt a quick death and the ladies were back to less proitable furndraising like peanut brittle.
A couple of years ago I read "Survivor, The Life Story of Benjamin Urshan." He was the brother of Andrew Urshan (the father of Nathan Ushan). The book was pretty interesting. I have read several biographies of some of the Pentecostal old timers like Odell Cagle, Oma Ellis, Bill Drost, Andrew Urshan, Jimmy Russell, and Howard Goss and maybe some others that I can't remember right now. Benjamin Urshan pastored a church in Albuquerque, New Mexico called Bethel Pentecostal Church from the spring of 1966 until April 1983. He was 77 when he left that church.
This is something he wrote about his time in Albuquerque and it is about peanut brittle.
"There were about seventy-five people in the congregation at that time.
"I decided to secure a job at the Kirkland Air Force Base for several months to help the church make its payments. After six months I quit my job at the base and the church started to make peanut brittle to raise funds.
"We made peanut brittle by the hundreds! We bought sugar five and six hundred pounds at a time and peanuts from Portales in great quantities.
"We cooked four pots of brittle at a time. I was the spreader who shook the bubbles out. We had an assembly-line production.
"One of our biggest sales was at the state fair. It took two months of preparation for this. We loaded up the van and had two people handing it out. People stood in line to get it. We averaged five thousand dollars in profit per year selling the candy at the state fair for seven years.
"We also sold peanut brittle at the schools so pupils could resell it and make a profit to buy uniforms or use it for other school projects. Several neighboring churches bought wholesale from us.
"We purchased two buses, bought beautiful drapes and carpet for the church, and paid off the church debt of thirty-five thousand dollars with the sale of peanut brittle. God bless all those peanut brittle makers! God surely has a special reward in store for them."
pages 161 and 162, from chapter 17 of "Survivor, The Life Story of Benjamin Urshan" copyright 1990 by Word Aflame Press
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Sam also known as Jim Ellis
Apostolic in doctrine
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When I lived in Michigan I had my gall bladder out. After the surgery, my stomach was dumb for a very long time. I told the doctor about it, but he was completely unconcerned. So one day we were making peanut brittle at the church. I stood next to the stove for a couple of hours stirring as it was cooking. When I got home that evening and was getting ready for bed, I noticed that my nylon underclothing had melted onto my stomach. I took a pair of scissors and cut around it leaving the part that had melted to me.
The next day I went to the doctor. He got the fabric off of my skin and then laid his scissors down inside of the area he had just debrieded. He couldn't believe I was not screaming bloody murder. I said to him, "I TOLD you that my stomach was numb!!" duh!!
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