O it was GLORIOUS!
Seventeen times a week we would file into our Kingdom Hall to partake of the spiritual feast of half-baked goodies provided by the FDS Baking Company, Inc. By the way, they never use aluminum cookware. NEVER!
Our halls had no windows - so that outsiders would not be able to spy on our spiritual joyousness, and most of the time all the lights in the Hall were turned off except for the single spotlight that illumed the speaker's podium.
Sometimes in the darkness the droning monotone from the platform would induce a heightened level of theta brain wave activity. When this was detected by the ever vigilant attendants, we would be given an opportunity to catch a specially bound edition of the New World Translation, impressed on lead sheets with a cover of milled granite. We usually failed to make the catch.
We had pianos in the Kingdom Halls and the congregation would watch with rapt attention as one or more of the anointed danced onstage to the uptempo theocratic music. Much spiritual benefit could be derived therefrom, it is said. "Dancing as to Jah" we called it.
During the mid 1950s a brother in the Long Island City congregation had the idea that the small rooms within the Kingdom Halls that were set aside for child discipline - affectionately known as the "beating room" - could be used for the temporary storage of outer garments, umbrellas and such. This had the added benefit of muffling the protestations of the wicked child who was being beaten into a state of wakeful, studious alertness.
Ah yes, i could go on and on and on. It was glorious, but my capacity to lie has its limits.