The whole time i pioneered Jehovah never gave me a dime, through I never EVER, EVER, went around begging either. I would have rather died then to do that. We never got anything from anyone.
I felt and still feel pioneering is a choose that one makes and it is up to the pioneer to take care of himself.
That being said looking back I think the other pioneers must of felt that my husband and I had money because we never whined and complained about how broke we were. We had at one time ten pioneers in the hall, we were in the hall because the need was great for elders and my husband was any only elder for over half the time we were there and I never saw him as a newly wed. But that was OK because as the CO told me Jehovah needed him and I could have my husband in the new system which was going to happen very, very, very, very soon.
Oh the stories I could tell about the free loading pioneers it's just amazing. One couple who had NO MONEY for gas or a car to use in service because they bought a new one that they parked two blocks from the kingdom hall so as to not get door dings on it and just could not use in service because they could not afford to get it damaged as they had payments to make but like I said they also could not give anyone a cent for gas either, somehow this very, very broke couple could scrape the money to go to eat every day at the fast food restaurant and suck up all the fating food and then stop at all the convenience stores they could find and suck up sodas, chips and candy bars while they squeezed their fat bodies into our car. Then the wife got jealous very jealous because for one I just could not afford to eat like that and second ridding around in a car eating such fat foods would make me very car sick. So this wife HATED ME because I was thin. You just can't win.
That was just one example of many just as bad. The pioneers were selfish, rude, offensive, arrogant, self-centered, jerks. And I was unfortunately stuck in the middle of them.
I had every pioneer over for dinner, always had coffee after book study, NEVER once were ever invite to any of their homes for dinner though they did go to each others homes because I would hear about it in the car groups about how much fun they had and it was to bad I was not there but I was NEVER invited. We always used our car in service, sometimes my husband would even loan out our truck when no one else would have a car so at least three or four could squeeze into it for service. WE NEVER got a cent for gas, expect the twice I flipped out and this sister counted out five dimes and dropped them into my hand telling me that was all she had.
Even now it is just so upsetting to remember back on those times, such a sad time in my life. I hated every minute of it.