Paul Harvey has died. But neither ABC nor AP thought his faith worth mentioning. His life, to them, is simply a list of radio accomplishments. Paul Harvey was a close friend of the Seventh-day Adventist church for decades, often throwing in references to “that little old woman from Gorham, Maine,” on his broadcasts; his wife, Angel, was a member, I believe, and they attended an Adventist church in the Phoenix area. I met him in Chicago in 1976 at a “Revelation Seminar” at the Hyatt Regency, O’Hare, with George Vandeman. George had him on a panel discussion of diet; Paul pooh-poohed the Vandeman breakfast of thick toast, topped with whipped peanut butter and hot applesauce–for Paul, the only real breakfast was what he’d eaten every day since his mother first fed him adult food: oatmeal. He got the laugh he was looking for.
* See also Adventist Review.