Wheat, wheat, wheat, still giving me the occasional nightmares
Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 11:52 pm
Hello all,
TLDR: I was so TBM I single-handedly organized a shipment of 100.000 poinds of wheat from England to Holland and arranged packing and preserving. Both which never had been done in Continental Europe, and never have been done since.
In Holland we had little in the way of storage and people pined for it.
One multi-stake meeting a guy piped up and asked: why can’t we get our wheat from the Churchfarms in England?
The answer was swift, it’s available for members only. How would you do it?
Well, in the car home my bishop turned to me, a high-counselor and asked how much it would cost to bring a trailerload full to Holland. Which happened to be my field of expertise.
Next monday I made a few calls, pulled in a favor or two and had a rockbottom-quote for the transport of 100.000 pounds of wheat from Cambridgeshire to Holland.
It took meetings with stakepresidents and in the end then-area-70 Hans Boom to get it approved. So with their approval I got in contact with the elder running the Churchfarm and bought 100.000 pounds in name of the 4 Dutch-speaking Stakes. So the Stakes paid and the members paid the stake for what they bought. Each stake had 25.000 pounds to sell.
We got a nevermo-dad of a Local Bishop to grant a space in his meatpacking-plant to organize packing and canning of the stuff.
A welder in Arnhem made packingmachines to facilitate quick and adequate filling of those silver bags we used.
My best friend advised me all about packing and hygiene etc since he runs a wheatmill and a packingplant for wheat and grainmixes.
In the end on D-Day a few hundred people came on a hot summersday to pack and preserve their own wheat and we processed the 100.000 pounds of it within 2 days. 2 full trailerloads in all.
15.000 foilpacks in total.
What drove me mad however, was the incessant meddling of churchbureaucats who felt they knew better than the experts. Experts I knew and trusted.
After it was over my friend and me said: never ever again.
Till the Antwerp-SP asked for one last shot. Which we also did. Still, I saw behind the curtain for the first time how the Church really was. A business first and foremost.
TLDR: I was so TBM I single-handedly organized a shipment of 100.000 poinds of wheat from England to Holland and arranged packing and preserving. Both which never had been done in Continental Europe, and never have been done since.
In Holland we had little in the way of storage and people pined for it.
One multi-stake meeting a guy piped up and asked: why can’t we get our wheat from the Churchfarms in England?
The answer was swift, it’s available for members only. How would you do it?
Well, in the car home my bishop turned to me, a high-counselor and asked how much it would cost to bring a trailerload full to Holland. Which happened to be my field of expertise.
Next monday I made a few calls, pulled in a favor or two and had a rockbottom-quote for the transport of 100.000 pounds of wheat from Cambridgeshire to Holland.
It took meetings with stakepresidents and in the end then-area-70 Hans Boom to get it approved. So with their approval I got in contact with the elder running the Churchfarm and bought 100.000 pounds in name of the 4 Dutch-speaking Stakes. So the Stakes paid and the members paid the stake for what they bought. Each stake had 25.000 pounds to sell.
We got a nevermo-dad of a Local Bishop to grant a space in his meatpacking-plant to organize packing and canning of the stuff.
A welder in Arnhem made packingmachines to facilitate quick and adequate filling of those silver bags we used.
My best friend advised me all about packing and hygiene etc since he runs a wheatmill and a packingplant for wheat and grainmixes.
In the end on D-Day a few hundred people came on a hot summersday to pack and preserve their own wheat and we processed the 100.000 pounds of it within 2 days. 2 full trailerloads in all.
15.000 foilpacks in total.
What drove me mad however, was the incessant meddling of churchbureaucats who felt they knew better than the experts. Experts I knew and trusted.
After it was over my friend and me said: never ever again.
Till the Antwerp-SP asked for one last shot. Which we also did. Still, I saw behind the curtain for the first time how the Church really was. A business first and foremost.
