When I was small, there was an elderly pioneer brother whose wife had died years before. I'll call him "Brother Wheat". Brother Wheat really did have a heart of gold, and wouldn't knowingly offend anyone, unless they said something contrary to the Society. He was one of the annointed, perhaps the only one we had at that time. I'm not sure what he did for money, but he apparantly had very little, as he drove the most beat up cars, and wore the oddest mismatched clothes from Goodwill. He was only 60 or so when I met him, but looked as if he were 90 or 100, bone thin, with horrible teeth and some kind of sores on his face which would heal then reappear. He walked kind of stopped over, as if he could not straighten up, perhaps he had been injured, or just had poor posture, or simply advancing age and declining health (not sure which). He had very strange ideas concerning diet and nutrition, and liked to go to restaurants which served fried chicken during field service breaks. He would get a drumstick, and eat the whole thing, including the bones, claiming that the bones provided extra calcium (I suppose he was probably right). He moved away for a couple of years, hoping the climate in central Texas would suit him better than on the coast, but after a while, he moved back, and remained on the coast until he died some years later.