Well!!!!
Sorry, didn't mean to keep you in suspense, so here goes, Unc. LSS (Long Story Short):
Dad picked a town in the same state that had had a congregation. The congo had been dissolved. Fortunately, this was the same country etc., so culture shock issues were not applicable.
He found one discouraged sister (who had pIONEERED) who lived in the largest town in that county. There was also an elderly couple at quite a distance from the town. This couple was best described by an old favorite term of the WTS in those days: INFIRM.
So, with this great collection to start with, Dad bought some property, got a job and started holding occasional meetings in some rented halls and local lodges.
HOLD ONTO YER HATS!!!! He actually got a CIRCUS TENT and held TENT MEETINGS FOR A WHILE!!!!!!!!!!
Some time later, he had built a couple of small rental business fronts for himself. So, one of them became the KH for a while. The "Contribution Box" sometimes yielded something resembling RENT!!!!
Dad evangelized the health out of the local flora & fauna. He also scoured assemblies & conventions for others willing to move to the area.
There was a significant population of transient people moving through the town because of a local industry; letter-writing to and from Brooklyn managed to get information on people passing through. Relatives of these migrants would track them down and ask if there was a congo nearby. Brooklyn would pass the referrals on, now that the congo was reforming.
Sound familiar??? JW's invented networking BEFORE THE WEB & BEFORE AL GORE!!!!!
(I am being purposely vague for security purposes: names have been changed to protect the guilty. God helps the innocent
During these days, there was much dispute and strife over lack of qualified servants. In some cases, SISTERS were appointed as "ACTING SERVANTS". Varied opinions caused some real grief here. Heck, I believe that Adam even had some concerns with this facet of the Theocraptik arrangement.
The attendance gradually picked up, with all this attention. So, then the congo moved into something slightly larger in rental property.
About this time, several people moved in who were much more qualified as servants than Dad. Soon trouble was a brewing!!! This is where I learned JW POLITIX!!!!!! Oh, the dirt of the "back-room" knows no end
So, after a while Dad was "passed over" by flashy new talent on the scene. Oh, the struggle with the Corporate Ladder has been ever present, all the way back to Moses, it seems.
Well, today there are 6 congo's in that area, with probably a 100 or so pUBLISHER's each. Passed over or not, Dad still bitterly pounds his chest as the "founder " of all this.
Which brings things to me "bailing out": how could he tolerate that? He didn't; so he ha ranted, raved, preached, cajoled, manipulated, LIED, tricked, schemed and so on for nearly 30 years to drag me back to "the TROOF(tm)" kicking and screaming.
What did I learn? Firstly, HONESTY, from a dishonest Borg and a likewise dishonest father. I got blindsided on that one.
Secondly, in JW-land POLITIX RULES!!!!!!
Thirdly, you can't appease a bully and get anywhere. And overzealous JW parent's eventually become bullies. I finally had to tell him to "go pound sand....".
So, I have moved cross country several times, disconnected from the Dubs and met a wonderful Asian princess. Refreshingly, she has NO CONCEPT OF WESTERN RELIGION!!!!!
Who knows, Unc, we could tour Oz on one of our excursions!!!
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