The first remnant i knew was a sweet old lady then..in the early 60's. We had the tuesday group at her house in Handsworth Birmingham UK. Her house smelt of cat piss and cooked cabbage. Or maybe it was her?
In my late teens i was at West Bromwch..2 congs shared the same old ruin of a rented hall. The cong servant of the other cong was a remnant. Nice old chap. The magazines for both congs were dropped off at his house . i was mag / territory servant so i used to collect ours from his house. That also smelled of cat piss and cabbage
His son had been a mill hill bethel boy..but went apostate bigtime. He wrote an article denouncing the watchtower and it was published in the local weekly rag. I wonder if he reads this site ..Brian ?
But the best was in our own cong. An occasional attendee started partaking one year. It caused a real upset. Lets call him Tony..because that was his name. Tony refrained from working for a living on account of some mystery fashionable illness, so spent his time impregnating his wife. At the time they had 6 young kids.His wife attended more than he did..usually with some of the offspring in tow.
One of my pals came out with the line.." he may be going to heaven...but he will be leaving a great crowd on earth"