My aunt and uncle traveled from the midwestern US to a faraway assembly for their big summer vacation. They were going to a foreign country! So exciting, to a child. Would they bring me a souvenir? They attended the 1969 summer assembly in Vancouver, Canada and were fawned over by everyone from the Hall.
My account of a trip to the 1969 District Assembly
I love all these narrative accounts of stuff... Bethel, assemblies.
You guys are great writers - and funny to boot!
Change WONTON women to WANTON women- (were these gals made out of chinese food appetizers or something?!?)
Change FUDGECYCLE to FUDGESICLE, like popsicle (you weren't riding this thing around like a big wheel, were you?)
This is great - more please!
I really enjoyed reading that Runningman, thanks for the chuckles
I liked the mahogany plank bit of the story. That made me laugh cos I had some relatives who were missionaries and they didn't understand kids at all and used to bring back assembly pens or kingdom ministry holders from honduras (what I really wanted was a shrunken head or a blow dart with deadly arrow frog poison). Nothing they brought could compete with a mahogany plank though!
All the best with the book. I hope you'll give us a peek at some more stuff you've written.
I was at the 1969 Vancouver convention. Reading what you wrote brings back memories. As a matter of fact we had a JW family stay at our house that was from Saskatchewan. I remember the sister that was killed by the amusement park train. Also I recall how we watched the moon landing after coming home from the last day of the convention, July 20.
I was there too but a young pup at the time of about 10. I dont remember all that much except going on the roller coaster.
I remember going to that 1969 convention. We drove all the way from San Diego and got there good and tired.
It was raining, on the first day I think and the traffic was heavy. We went up in the stadium and couldn't find seats. I recall one lady glaring at us for trying.
The whole thing pissed me off, which was really easy at that time in my life . Much to my now ex wife's dislike and fussing, I turned around, went back to California and we camped out there.
Our next venture into a Canadian convention was in 1978 and once again lots of rain and it was held in a huge room with a thick curtain like division from another big room with a band playing loud music. All I could hear was the damned drum beat. I stayed for about two hours and then went back, hooked up the camp trailer and headed home to Wyoming for my new job and house.
This was after I resigned the Elder position and the jw's that knew me were either confused about me or disliked me and I returned their actions to them.
Later that day, we arrived in the great city. Now, there are very few things more appealing to an 8 year old than 96 hours of religious lectures, but excitement can be found anywhere.
summer of '69!! FREE LOVE!!! PEACE! HAIR!!! jimi's star spangeled banner! HARE KRISHNA!! OMG:
The play is then lip-synced by a group of carpet layers and window washers in bed sheets and glue-on beards who are so far away that they could only indicate who is speaking by frantically waving their arms.
BWA HA HA HA!!
BRILLIANT Runningman! ROTFL
Full of insane truth - I'm five years older but we lived lives in parallel. From travelling across the continent in a packed car on religious vacation to strange gifts from visiting mighty ones. (I'm real jealous of that mahogany plank!
I believe that classifying this as the high point says something about how desperate we were for a break in the monotony.
Oh wow; so many years of this! Oh well, could have been worse! Could have been in prison or something. Lol.
very very good story! I love these accounts that bring back memories.
You see? I was thinking... this could be the way to go about awakening some JWs: showing the foolishness of those assemblies/conventions, the time wasted, the money ill spent, etc. etc. without touching any JW doctrine... humn, just thinking...
You're a clever writer, RunningMan. More, please!