Father was Jewish & mother was Methodist..
She moved to Connecticut with an older sister (my now-JW aunt) to attend high school in the 'city.' Studied & was baptized at 17. My father, who was thrown out of the house for accepting the 'Truth' (I think also because he gave up a promising career in the defense industry..), followed suit & was baptized after their engagement..
They were gung-ho from the start--going to serve 'needy' congregations in Pennsylvania & Massachusetts, to Gilead in 1967 (44th Class) & subsequently to Guatemala. My father got into some trouble down there & was DF'd for a time (I found out about it from some old Bethel letters which I stumbled across one afternoon while still living at home & my mother was gone..). Various non-JW relatives & family friends have surmised that there may have been a child as a result. Guess I will never know for sure; Mother flatly denies it (just as she flatly denies my father ever getting sick from the chemotherapy ).
My parents, died-in-the-wool New Englanders that they were, returned to the States in the dead of winter, 1969, & couldn't stand the cold after two years in the tropics. They had plans to settle in Southern California. This was about the time that my non-JW grandfather (mother's side) gave them money to drive my grandmother, who was crippled with arthritis most of her life, out West while he wrapped things up back home. Those were the days of 'go to Arizona for your health.' They got her situated with JW friends in Apache Junction, a suburb of Phoenix, & were ready to head for San Diego or Orange County when my mother realized, while staying with friends in Tucson, what else was in their future..
And yes, the rest is history (for better or mostly worse).
DR