Well this shouldn't be off target it's an excerpt from'My Story' about pioneering in a rural community where the need was great circa 1960s.
http://www.freeminds.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=2653:confessions-of-a-wayward-pioneer&catid=3:rank-file&Itemid=741
"One of my duties was organizing the twice a week door to door service. But our two older brothers, Hilly and Hoppy, kept ducking me. They went out on their own and they were placing like 300 magazines a month. Frank (Our presiding minister) was concerned that they might be dumping them in the woods or something. So he wanted me to check it out.
I had a hard time convincing H and H to let me join them in service, finally I dropped a few hints that I was a pretty laid back brother who didn't always follow WTBTS policy... which wasn't far from the truth. They finally agreed and off we went with an enormous stack of magazines. We headed to an area a little out of town where they liked to get started. I got the impression that they didn't go door to door. Hoppy's bedroom slippers was one clue. Hoppy's expertise was mailboxes. I was directed to pull up to a roadside mailbox and Hoppy slipped a magazine into it. "Don't worry", Hoppy said "we've got a standing order from these folks". I didn't realize it at the time but both brothers were in very bad health. Hilly had diabetes and Hoppy a weak heart but they were cheerful and enjoyed each others company and their version of 'field work'.
So we proceeded down the road shoving magazines into mail boxes and I came to the conclusion that it was really a very relaxing stress free way to do things and very effective, if illegal. About a half hour into this Hilly called for a coffee break.
"I hate to stop now I'm really behind on my time", I said.
"Don't worry about it the clocks still running!" Over coffee I learned that they preferred to get their time 'started' then enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee. This was a revelation to me! I honestly didn't know any witness that counted time like that.
"Does Frank (our presiding minister) know?", I asked. "Frank who?" they answered.
The next stop, after we resumed, was the local old age home, I followed Hilly inside and he directed me where to put a stack of the magazines. Then we drove to the local hospital, then a Lutheran assisted living facility which I thought was bold. Hilly and I floated in and out of the buildings never speaking to anyone. It was a very pleasant way to do things. Hilly explained, "I'm not good with words but I'm good at getting the magazines in places so that people can find them. Then it's up to the magazine to provide the words". I found no fault with that logic.
Frank called me later that day and asked what I had learned, "They're pretty amazing." I said. "they have a way of covering the territory that's unique". " Unique good or unique bad?" Frank asked. "Good enough", I replied, "but Frank, I'd keep the circuit servant away from them when he comes." Frank knew something was a little bit off but he went along.
Not too long after that Hilly's diabetes turned bad and he lost his leg. I visited him in the hospital and his spirits were good. Hoppy was there and he had brought a big stack of Awakes so Hilly could hand them out... He planned to get into his wheel chair and go bed to bed "there's a lot of turn over in this place," Hilly said. When Hoppy and I walked out together his eyes were moist, "He told me we had to trade names now".
They continued on for a while longer but health issues made it impossible. I was glad they never got hassled for doing what they thought was right. "
In retrospect I think they just enjoyed one another's company the message was never important to them, it was all about astounding the congregation and hanging out together.