LDH:
You're so right about "HOPPER" shopping. The shopping was so intense, at times it was like you were in a mosh pit. (smile).
Gleaning at Bethel
by Black Man 51 Replies latest jw friends
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Open mind
bttt
Just stumbled across this high-quality, vintage, JWD read.
As a visitor to Bethel I was blown away by the Tupperware Tornadoes that swooped down on our unsuspecting table filled with visitors and lots of leftovers.
Great post Black Man.
OM
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ex-nj-jw
I'm not sure about this, but isn't there something in the great old bible about "being a glutton" or "greedy"?
nj
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worf
Black Man,
Very interesting information.
And the "society" had the gall to constantly berate the "rank and file" about saving seats at the conventions?!
When this type of animalistic crap is going on in their own house?!
What a bunch of hypocrites!
Worf
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darth frosty
Gleaning at bethel was necesary for survival. Certain days they would have food you like on other's(like boild eggs and granola) It was unpalatable. The key to successful gleaning was having the right table head. If you had someone who was a 'heavy' they could send the plate out for refills of the good stuff and they come back full. If your head was a nobody, You had to go out and scrap with the vultures.
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oneairhead
Right on about the gleaning whirlwind. Lunch days that were not mentioned that were hurricanes are: #1 Ice Cream #2 cheese cake #3 Hamburgers #4 spaghetti(sp)/pasta and #5 sweet tea
I loved watching the fighting and bickering over the food. I always loaded up my plate toward the end and then put it in the container.
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Farkel
Great old thread. I remember it well!
Why would the WTS not feed their slaves well when they had their own farms and food was healthy and plentiful? When someone works for next to nothing and devotes their life to a cause, why would their masters not feed them well? What goes with this Cult, anyway? Starve the workers who make the Cult workings happen? What is with that? Are less-fed worker slaves better workers? No! They are not!
Farkel
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daniel-p
The gleaning was an interesting thing to experience while a Bethelite. It was either stock up on food or spend some of that generous 90 bucks a month at the commissary. My favorite things to glean were the bread rolls, cold cuts, cheese, and jam. Damn fine sandwiches. I literally lived off those on the weekends. The bread goes bad after only a few days though, since they make it fresh just about every other day and don't use preservatives. The cheese was good, although they've closed the cheese room since then I hear. Soups were usually good, so I'd pack some of that away. There's a whole system of protocol for how to politely glean. At lunch, locate a table with people you know won't glean. Look for those without tupperware containers, or sit with guests (but suffer through their company). Then, after the dismisal, get that shit as fast as you can before the pasty-faced newboys from West Virginia show up to swipe everything or the wives of the "heavies" which you'll be obliged to step aside for. It all sounds so quaint now, but god it was pretty lame.
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Honesty
You know what else is fun to watch? The Bethelites diving into the "HOPPER." LDH
They didn't care too much if the suits were 'in style' just so long as they were the right size.
It's a lot of fun to watch two Big A$$ brothers fight over a size 60L with 54 X 30 pants.
Throw in a matching belt and it gets really nasty between two of God's fellow workers..
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daniel-p
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>QUOTE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>hy would the WTS not feed their slaves well when they had their own farms and food was healthy and plentiful? When someone works for next to nothing and devotes their life to a cause, why would their masters not feed them well? What goes with this Cult, anyway? Starve the workers who make the Cult workings happen? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>REPLY>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I didn't glean because I wasn't getting enough to eat at the table. There was always plenty of food, although it may not have been what I liked the most. I gleaned in order to stock up on food for the weekend, or whenever I didn't feel like going to lunch or dinner.