Our congregation was a bit conservative, which is to say that few were outwardly effusive about 1975. But when talks touched on the subject ("we might not know the day and hour, but we may have some idea of the year..." wink, wink) a fair few would get flushed with excitement and there was an air of near giddyness after those meetings.
My parents were as hopeful as the rest. While my father did not quit his job to pioneer, it was at this time that a pattern was set where debts were allowed to get out of hand and no financial plans were made for the future -- "The end will soon be here."
Sometime after 1975 and before the WT "apology" of 1980, my mother's pent-up disappointment burst out at a book study touching, I think, on false promises. My mother brought up the whole '75 thing, uncharacteristically in front of the whole group, and even quoted from a few old watchtowers. The conductor and my elder dad tried to convince her that no such thing had really been suggested... it was just overenthusiasm, etc. She agreed to let it drop until they could discuss the matter after the study, which they did in private. On the way home my father kept repeating the stock answers while she sat in stony silence. After a few days of brooding, my mother decided to come to her senses and "trust in Jehovah." I have since heard her explain to others that no such thing had really been suggested... it was just overenthusiasm, etc.