I grew up in a JW household. We moved from a very lovely congregation with lots of young families in South California to Minnesota. We had a nice life in California, a nice home, decent job (dad), decent clothing, nice suburban neighborhood and great weather. We moved to Minnesota to save my dad's family from armegeddon, which was to occur ing 1975. His family thought my parents were nuts, and were annoyed that they wouldn't stop preaching at them. Our move occured in October, which is the beginning of a very long, cold winter in Minnesota. Dad had no steady job, mom had to go to work in a sweat shop to support the family. I had to be home alone in a strange neighborhood, on the cold, cold afternoons after school, it would get dark very early, due to the latitude. We had only the cheapest clothes, because of the minimum wage job of my mom's and dad not finding steady work. I was teased unmercibly at school due to the cheapo and inadequate clothing and also for my California accent, to say nothing of the oddities of the JW mandates regarding flag salutes, holidays, birthdays and so forth at school. The cong. was full of people related to each other, they had no room for poor interlopers from the west coast. It was incredibly lonely.
I was also constantly in fear of 1975. There were parts brought out of how the persecution was going to be so bad, and that there would be nothing to eat and so forth if we left the borg. The Borg came out with the 1975 or 74 yearbook about the severe persecution suffered by the German and other european witnesses at the hand of the Nazis. It was terrifying!
In spite of our poverty, we went out in the ministry regularly, no matter how damned cold it was. I had cheapo plastic boots with little lining and my feet would be freezing and ache from the cold. When they started to warm up, the pain was severe. To my knowledge, in all the years we lived in Minnesota, my parents never brought anyone into the borg., no matter how many worthless hours were wasted driving thru the country side looking for 'right hearted ones'.
I got baptized for only one reason: Dad said he wouldn't come to my wedding if I wasn't baptized and if the wedding wasn't in a KH.
There you have it, I was blackmailed into baptism. Which is a stupid, stupid reason to get baptized. I was only 18, and didn't want to lose my family as I had lost everything else.