With mom and dad, Our last Christmas was in 1955. I was especially proud of the Acme western boots my oldest brother sent me from Texas where he was stationed in the air force.
My dad had already discovered some JW books in the spare room of our $5 per week cold water flat. He proceeded to subscribe to the WT magazine from an ad in the back of that yellow book, something like "What Has Religion Done for Mankind". It was downhill from there.
Len