I felt privileged to be invited to a special meeting which was earmarked only for publishers in good standing who had been baptized at least 25 years. I was baptized 28 years (yes I was quite young) and Clyde was baptized 25, but he refused to go. It was all organization, organization, organization. I remember Lyman Swingle babbling on and on and on. He ran at least 45 minutes overtime. That did upset me. I commented about that while out in service a few days later, and one of the sisters chewed me out, saying, "Who are we to question a member of the Governing Body." I simply commented I remembered a circuit assembly program designed by the Governing Body that emphasized the need to end our meetings on time, as it could stumble unbelieving family members.
I'm trying to remember the reason for the meeting and can only conclude it was because we reached 70 years from 1914. I could swear that meeting was held in the fall of the year. Maybe they thought Armageddon was going to hit.
Anyway, I wish I had stayed home with Clyde. He was much smarter than I.
Bonnie