I was only a temp at Wallkill, but this one is a favorite story from my brother. It gives a little clue as to the mental state of some of the older bethelites (late 70's)...
He rode to the meetings with long-timers Howard and Beana Z****. When this couple needed to miss a meeting, Beana would type up a letter to my brother with the date, address, greeting and body and then husband and wife would both sign it and put it in a sealed envelope addressed to my brother. Beana would knock on my brother's door and give it to him and have him read it before she left him.