Two close personal friends, who served at Bethel in the 50's discouraged me from making Bethel my goal.
Charlie M. was a "Grizzly Adams" sort, who at the age of 14 would spend a whole week in the woods, tenting, hunting and fending for himself. He was soft-spoken, intelligent and a deep lover of Jehovah. His parents were Regular Pioneers, although his dad was legally blind.
Charlie resigned from Bethel about 1959 and returned to the northwest. He said very little about Bethel life, but simply said: "This is an organization of imperfect people." He told me: "XXX, you can do a lot more good at people's door with the Bible in your hand."
Another close friend, George P., was at Bethel in the early 50's, suffering a breakdown. Today, he would be called bi-polar. He remained an intermittant witness for a number of years, but did not recommend Bethel service to me.
My impression was that serving at Bethel de-mystified the organization to young men, putting everything on almost a secular level. I believe, subconsiously, this was why I never wanted to visit Bethel,(although I did stop briefly as a teen-ager after the 1958 assembly.)
The stories, anecdotes, juicy tidbits(Harley Miller's colored shirts in the 70's)flowing out of the Society's headquarters made we wince.
Let the Bethel boys print the books. I'll just place and explain them.
TMS