My father would often comment that in the early years in the truth, early 60's, they would come out of the meetings feeling so encouraged and uplifted as they walked home they felt as if they were walking on air.
I can't say I shared their sentiments. I was just glad to be going instead of coming.
One of my siblings, a pioneer, said a few years ago that when 75 ended something kind of died and it was never the same.