My mom was first taken to the hall by a lady who came to her house doing door to door work when my mom was two. She had a baby brother and her mom was pregnant again. The JW lady offered to take her to the hall (later took her siblings as the new kids KEPT ON COMING). Anyway, this lady took special care for my mom and lavished her with a lot of attention that she was not getting as the eldest of 6 kids (and a few miscarriages along the way, so there was that drama, too). My moms association and on/off studying went on for about 35 years as she was finally baptised when I was 13. In the early 70's she had trouble with smoking. She didn't quite buy the escatology(she claims to this day, but she dragged my dad to the hall in the early 70s, so I dont believe her). She always considered herself a JW, we didnt celebrate holidays after I was 8, and I, like Candace Conti DID go out in service without my mom A LOT (my worst experience was getting stuck with a sour old pioneer on a regular basis, best experience was the cute boy two years older and the charming MS who was about 10 years older (he was later dfd and reinstated for the normal reasons).
So, essentially, mom 'studied' or was associated strongly with JWs for 33 years. Many of her relatives got sucked in, in the meantiime, including her younger brother and sister, several aunts and many cousins. One is still a JW, after 3 DFings, she is a pioneer.
Do you think she set any records? She was inactive (didn't tell me!) for a while after my dad died. Still thinks it is the best option out there but claims she doesn't expect that they have it all right. I think choosing a religion for being the lesser of the evils is an interesting way to do it:) I think she is one of those that cannot be reasoned with because she has the emotional tie.
I think she kept under the radar because everyone assumed that she WAS a JW (albeit a weak one). Later, I was DA'd and I think that was because they assumed I, too, was baptised. I had more service hours than most elders did.