Dad had lots of Goodman (big band sides, he played a little clarinet in high school but never afterwards) and Ellington (a few, including Uptown) and lots of Glenn Miller (go figure) as well as jazzy Gershwin interpretations of this or that type (he's a NUT for Gershwin.) Mom had some Brubeck lps, mainly Stardust on red vinyl, and Bossa Nova USA. These were part of the listening rotation in our home, and I heard jazz also at a friend of the family's, more modern bop stuff, and Louis Armstrong who I used to love to hear and watch on tv.
Then in Africa Peace Corps volunteers would give me records they didn't want from their "care packages" sometimes received, and I got a Leo Wright and a Charles Bell on Atlantic that I played and played and sort of sealed the jazz deal for me. I started trying to find more jazz there in Swaziland, but there wasn't much; when I returned to the US in a year or so I found quite a bit. . . .