What an affectionate account - her warmish memories about "Brother Russell" stand out. She was totally wrapped up in the organization. I note the routine manner in which she recounts Christmas at Bethel and buying a Christmas present for Russell (a comfortable chair). it is like a totally different organization to what it became under Rutherford's abruptly cold, no-nonsense presidency.
Listening to her memories from 1909 - coincidentally 100 hundred years ago! - is a sobering reminder that because a way of life "seems" like the truth , on reflection it is little more than one of so many sad and vain delusions.