In my youth, our family went to church, a Presbyterian church, that I think my parents chose because many bigwigs in town went there...but we didn't really discuss spirituality, God or religion much. It was as if talking about these things was in bad taste.
It wasn't until I started studying with JWs that it came out that my father's grandfather, grandmother and two aunts had all been witnesses until death. My grandfather somehow avoided becoming a dub because he left the farm in Ohio at the age of 16 and went to Chicago to seek his fortune.
My great grandfather went through three wives in his time...and had kids by them all. My grandfather and his sisters were the first batch. When their mother died, Great Grampy just got himself another wife to take care of the youngin's he had, and proceeded to father himself some more kids on wife #2. I don't get the impression he paid much attention to any of his children. My grandfather remembers going to some big witnoid wing ding as a kid (prolly one of those week-long conventions) and playing in a big dirt pile all day. Guess the "inculcating" your kids thing wasn't in vogue in those heady days of Russell and Rutherford. As we know, the end was coming very, very soon.
My parents made some half-hearted attempts at warning me off witnesses, but their comments were more along the lines of, "Wasn't what we raised you with good enough?", "You think too much", or "Will you still come to Christmas dinner?" Not the kind of questions/commentary that caused me to want to re-examine what I was getting into. In fact, it reinforced my choice to study because I was fed up with this kind of surface, do-what-we-tell-you-and-don't-question crap from them. Interesting that the WTS turned out to same sort of operation once I got past the initial bombardment of new (to me) information.
My grandmother was terribly opposed, but she also had no compelling arguments to sway me. Her disgust with JWs seemed to be based on the fact that she didn't get along with her JW sister-in-laws when they were alive and because, when they died (childless), they gave everything to Brooklyn.
My husband made a few comments but his concern, as an Army officer, was based on the fact that JWs are anti-military. Besides we were divorcing and I thought he was a clueless jackass. Sure wasn't going to listen to him!
Actually, it looks like nobody really gave a shit what I was getting myself (and my sons) into as long as it didn't rock the boat too much. Oh well, I doubt I would have listened anyway. I'm pretty stubborn sometimes.