I truly wish I could remember happy times but it all just seems so sad to me now. I was terrirfied of dogs but I still had to go to door with dogs because as I was told Jehovah would not let me be bit. Yet I was bit six times, so I was always on edge. After we got married we lived in the country where a CO had asked my husband to serve becase they needed elders, we drove and drove and drove for hours on end. Some days I would spend 8 to 10 hours in serive and only get out two or three times if I was lucky. The congregation we were asigned to had huge problems and my husband was gone all the time, none of the friends liked me, nor wanted me in their car groups. I could be in the car for 10 plus hours and no one would even speak to me. The house we rented was surrounded by JW's yet I was never invited into any of their homes for the 4 years we lived there.
This does not even begin to touch on before we were married and how none of the elders went out in service but sent their kids out and how I had this small car and I would put 5 to six kids in it with the parents knowing. It's against the law now as I did not have enough seat belts but as long as the elder's and their wive's did not have to go out they were good with me a older teenager taking thier kids out. It was horrible as none of the kids had any respect for me and treated me like dirt.
So no I just do not have good memories of field service, just being yelled at either by the householder or the JW I was with.
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