NewYork44M, I remember those bags. I was only 2 when that assembly took place, but my dad had plenty of those bags. He still has a few stashed in between his Watchtower bound volumes.
My father and I usually worked in the kitchen at the assembly hall in Monroe, NY. It was sheer torture, because we had to get there very early in the morning, and the drive from our house was about 2 hours, so you can imagine what time I got dragged out of bed. I still can remember the smell of the powdered mashed potatos (acutally, they were canned potatos) and powdered eggs. I also remember the Stanley Theater and the ice cream they served. I never, ever payed attention to a single talk at the Stanley, because I was always too busy looking at the building itself.
I also remember helping my father behind the literature counter and the smell of the books and magazines fresh off the truck from Brooklyn. For some reason the WBTS literature has a unique smell. I'm not sure why the books smell the way they do, but they do.