My grandmother was such a gung-ho Witness. She knew the powers that be at Bethel. During the Great Depression, when the family often went without food, she fed Bethelites and prepared large bags of sandwiches to take back to Bethel. She did service with gusto.
She played the piano in KH. My uncle and mother were expelled from high school for flag salute. Her son was offered PAYMENT by Bethel to oversee a troubled NJ congregation.
She slowed down at about age eighty-six. Her most important possession was her JW identity card. Soon, she lost about forty pounds in a few months. She wrote letters and witnessed to others in the housing project. The overseer, all of 30, refused to give her a JW identity card b/c she did not do the requisite hours. She was dying.
I will never forget how hard she cried. She was humiliated but would not complain. It was shaming. Family members were outraged and told her they would call someone at Bethel for her. The overseer was just some local nobody. She cried. NOt a true JW after an entire lifetime of effort. She was born-in to a member of the remnant during Russell's time.
She died, not a Witness. I wanted to see how he would do field service at 100.