All the above comments sum up how I feel or felt. It was exciting, we were happy and the convoys to assemblies did foster a feeling of camraderie. I know why they stopped supplying the food too but the preparation and lining up for it all made for meeting others, renewing old friendships, etc. We all huddled together in rain and wind in grandstands or fanned ourselves in the heat. We talked on the way to the car to others and if kids were lost, some kindly person would help. I can't remember anyone being disfellowshipped. Instead I have fond memories of elderly faithful remnant sisters who were all called Auntie.
In fact it is all these memories that make me sad that my daughter can't experience what I experienced. It may not have been the truth, but it sure felt like it was or at least something special. I understand what attracted my parents to it in the 50's and many others too. I almost cried at the memory when I saw the cover of that old song book. I was very young when that book was in use but remember it like it was yesterday. I could not even read until the the pinky coloured one was released.
The first convention I really remembered was Melbourne, Australia in 1969. We lived in Melbourne and had a house full of people staying, sleeping in the lounge room, out the back in a caravan, a family in my room and me in with mum and dad. It was fun, especially for an only child. I was only 6 at the time. I got presents from some of the people when they left, a plastic farm playset, a dot to dot activity book and an LP record of children's songs. Brother Knorr was at the assembly which was exciting for me. I did not really understand who he was but there was a buzz about it all.
All those lovely Aunties are deceased now but are not forgotten. Auntie Eva, Auntie Ruth, Auntie Enid Duff and Auntie Ada Lewis. They all were unmarried, faithful sisters who gave their lives to Jehovah and I know that he will reward them in some way, if he hasn't already.
It is stuff like this that makes it so hard to accept what is going on now and so hard to stay. It may have the same name but is not the same religion that I grew up in.