In Dec. 1958, there was a particularly long Christmas break, so my family loaded up the station wagon, and we drove to Tucson, AZ, to visit my dad's brother and his family. They had moved west from Ohio around 1948 because their doctor recommended a dry climate for their daughter's serious bouts of asthma. My cousin, who was maybe ten years older than I and a very pampered only child, had maybe every Nancy Drew mystery published between 1940 and 4955 or so, and I spent my time in Tucson reading all of them. I never read any of the Hardy Boys, but I did love the two (?) Disney adaptations.