The congregation I grew up in had a well-liked elder body. They seemed like upright guys. The congregation was squeaky-clean, so it's hard for me to know if they were strict or not, because very little ever happened that warranted a JC. It's probably a large part of why it took so long for me to start seeing the cracks in the foundation of the religion, because the congregation was so pleasant. The BOE was also maybe 50% Bethelites, so everything was kept in shipshape and the brothers had a perfect orthodox understanding of all the doctrines.
Then I moved somewhere further from the headquarters, and that BOE seemed like it was 50% good old boys who didn't have much of a clue what they were doing. Any whispering among publishers to the effect that they were not doing their job properly was met with self-righteous rebukes from the elders, and at least one marking talk.