Growing up in rural northern WI it was absolutely the norm to have hospitality for every speaker. I have fond memories of traveling 100+ miles to a KH with my parents and four siblings once a month and then spending the afternoon at some rural farm home with another big JW family and a huge spread. These were great times (1968-1980)
Fast forward to when I got married in 1986 (Boulder, CO). My husband and I were both regular pioneering and living in a 375 sq ft condo. He was in charge of assigning hospitality and in his usual lame ass manner, never really got around to it. So we ended up taking the speaker and gang to lunch almost every Sunday. Our place was too small to invite anyone over and a cheap restaurant in Boulder is hard to come by. This was an incredible financial hardship on us. He finally figured out he was not cut out for that responsibility and turned it over to someone else.