My grandmother (mother's mother) died relatively young (early 50's) when my mother was pregnant with me. My mother bought into the resurrection hope from "two nice ladies" - who were so confident they would see their dead loved ones soon - at the door. She was baptised when I was one year old ...my father followed five years later when his brother died. Just as Freddie Franz's ramping up to 1975 was in full swing ...
Then the failed 1975 prediction morphed into the generation that saw 1914 that wouldn't pass away ...
I don't know that I ever "bought it" or really loved Jehovah God, I just believed it was true and that I should love him. It just made sense to me as a mid-teenager when I went for splashdown.