Unfortunately, I didn't know any of the really older guys from waaaaay back, but I just wanted to say thanks for this thread. It's nice to see some fond memories for a change. Even though I didn't know anyone personally like you guys describe, I feel as if I did, I guess from reading the life stories in the WT mags. There were two elderly bro's in our cong, but one was somewhat of a "dufus" and the other was the crochety type who irritated everyone. Being a single witness sis during my JW years with no fleshly family in the org, I was always envious of people who had JW families, parents, grandparents. I was always wanting to "belong" to these JW families with the older-wiser ones (always seeking a "father figure," I guess). (And, single sisters, age 30-ish, didn't really "fit in" anywhere, imho). I guess I tried to make up for lack-of-JW-fleshly-family by sucking up to the CO's and DO's and their wives when they came around. I basically "lived" for that "thrill." Since I worked at night, I was there for service all week when they came around, and was there more to hang out when them and hear their stories, than for the "service" part of it. --- There was one middle-aged bro, however, that did make an impression on me, back when I was first studying out West. I was in my late 20's, so he was probably in his 50's. He was visiting that cong from Calif., and he was Mexican, Bro Chivas or Chavas. I LOVED hearing him talk about Jehovah. It was so soothing and comforting the way he would talk about Jehovah, like they were the best of friends (kinda like Abraham, I guess). I remember wishing I could curl up at this man's feet and listen to "Jehovah stories," just like a little kid. He would describe how his most cherished part of the day was early in the morning, and how he would get up very early on purpose, so he could go sit outside with his coffee, watch the sun come up, and talk to Jehovah. I always thought that was so cool, though I have to admit, I don't think I ever really learned how to "talk to Jehovah" like that myself.
Anyway, thanks for your stories, guys.
Grits