I must admit to feeling a bit nostalgic, sentimental now about the loss of the good old home book study arrangement.
There are many rather pleasant memories coming to the mind of various homes I attended for the book study. I can still remember vividly most of them.
It had a warm, convivial, family feel about it. When it was over we all enjoyed sitting around and just chilling and chatting like normal, friendly people. For the bookstudy to end feels like what a poster said on another thread: a bit like the death of a friend. Then again, Oompa made the funny observation:
Oh yeah, we will miss Sis. Wilbersons basement painted Pepto-Pink, and the wonderful scent of moth balls wafting through the air....the drone of the window air unit and the distant tinkle of the run-on terlit................goodby good times..............oompa
My most memorable experiences at the bookstudy are when people got the giggles badly. I'm not quite sure if it is a pleasant or horrid memory. It wasn't anything really unique - a friend farted quite loudly on a plastic seat and three young people could not control their giggling and had to leave. My friend, the poor bastard, later lamented that he was in agony from gas build up (a common plight during meetings it seems) and so deliberately tried to sneak one out for a bit of relief. But alas, to his and everyone else's mortification and gleeful amusement, it was a short, sharp fart of the high pressure type that was magnified by the plastic seat this brother was squirming on. A costly error. The conductor was an Amish type former special pioneer and boy was he not amused. So funny. What are your best (or most horrid) book study memories?