When we pioneered as a newly married couple that is all we did was drive. We would make one call in town than drive an hour and a half to the territory do five to six homes than drive to the other end of the territory another hour drive and do a couple of doors five or six then drive back to where we had been. I am a very active person so sitting in the car that long I was going crazy.
Plus no one wanted to use their car in service so they would all pile into our small Honda Civic. My husband would pack 7 into our car. 4 in the back and 3 in the front. Even though I was the wife and half owner of the car I always had to sit in the middle of the back set as the brothers had to sit in the front and the sisters all sat in the back. There was not enough seat belts for everyone of course and my husband said that it was OK for them not to be belted in because the law said you had to wear a seat belt but if there was not one available for use that it was OK for them not to be belted. I was always holding my breath that we did not get in a accident as the third person sitting in the front straddling the gear sift would have been killed.
Looking back it was total craziness. Our car would bottom out all the time with all the weight in it. Plus it looked insane for this tiny car to come up to someone's home packed with people and everyone had to have their turn which meant that sometimes half the car would have to get out to let those like myself trapped in the back to get out then when we came back to the car they would get back out to let us in. I used to be so miserable as I would most days only get out three or four times in 8 to ten hours of sitting. And to top it all off most of the other pioneers hated me and would not speak to me. So here I am packed into my car and everyone talking around me like I am not even there.
I was so depressed that I would sometimes think of bring a razer blade and slitting my wrists no joke, I really just wanted to die, I hated my life so much. I would wonder if anyone in the car would even care if I bleed out or if they would just stop the car and shove me out and keep driving.
Looking back those times just seem so dark and depressing and sick. Whenever I would bring up that it was crazy and insane to drive and drive and drive and drive and drive, plus no one helped us with gas money so it was all our money being wasted, I was told the angles were watching and happy we were trying to reach just one person.
It's all just so sad and crazy.