As a child, I lived in a Bleep-hole apartment building in Chicago, but, in the summer, I vacationed in Lac Du Flambeau, WI. My father owned the only developed property on Moss Lake. In Chicago, I never noticed any horror comics for sale, but, in the stores of Lac Du Flambeau, they were plentiful and my father would buy them for me. I had a big stack of them in our cabin. My collection included most EC Comics which are worth a fortune today. One summer, I noticed that my stack was shrinking so I asked my father what happened to them. He said that he used them as kindling to start fires in the wood burning stove. Ironically, he collected stamps that are relatively worthless today.
Today, I am obsessed with identifying one comic book that I read around 1953. I don't remember the title. The front cover had a tree with a belt around it. Inside was a story about meteor contaminated soil that caused people who stepped onto it to turn into trees. The images were unusually colorful and gruesome. Remarkably, nobody but me seems to remember this comic book. I want to prove to myself that the Mandella effect is beneath me. It is on my bucket list.