I remember. The call went out in our district to house the "delegates from Australia". There were quite a number of them travelling together and the idea was to house them all under one roof.
I emptied three of our bedrooms of their inhabitants and offered hospitality. Our home was chosen; the delegates were to arrive the day before the convention. The P.O. and his wife and her family planned an elaborate "gathering" so that others in the congregation might meet our guests.
The day before the convention they didn't appear. No call. No word.
The day of the convention, literally as we were walking out the door to the car, the phone rang. It seems the delegates had decided to skip the convention in our area in favor of Disneyland and other tourist attractions. They wouldn't be staying with us. They would catch parts of the convention in other cities as they travelled through the USA.
Not so much as an apology. We never knew their names. We never saw their faces. It was up to me to share the news with the P.O. and other elders in the congregation. I don't know whether they went ahead and had the gathering or not. I know my family wasn't invited.
Nina