I was 18 in 1975, and got married in June of that year.
The congregation AK-Jeff described was similar to the one I grew up in. Families would get together for picnics in the park, anyone (JW) was welcome. Kids would play football (My dad was shocked when I actually caught the ball). I remember one snowy cold winter when my dad took me and we drove around in his VW bug delivering boxes of food. I remember phonecalls to the JW in the other congregation who owned a heating oil company and was told to go deliver $XX heating oil to so-and-so, and they could come buy for the money. When sister so-and-so showed up faithfully in the winter wearing a light weight overcoat and summer flats with no stockings, my mom took her shopping instead of out in service for shoes and stockings and gave her a wool coat.
I don't think the congregation changed it's flavor in 1975 at the flip of a switch.
However, when I got married I moved to Vanc. WA, Central cong. where I had friends, or thought I did. My dad gave several talks over there and was a respected elder. Well, I married the wrong family and I was shunned by everyone there! The Elders in that cong. were a pack of wolves.
When I was 11-12 (cant remember exactly) I questioned my mom why that wonderful baptist woman who fostered children, and invited the neighbor children in for meals, but loved her church and loved Jesus, was so wrong and was going to be killed at Armageddon. The weak answer I got about the truth, and her having heard it, etc. I finally heard for what it was: a Lame Excuse!
Add at 14 when I got baptized I expected some sort of change to take place in me. Something. Anything! Nada. Nothing. All I got was dripping wet and cold in front of 10,000 people.
So when the Vancouver sh*t hit the fan for me, It just reinforced the doubts I had been developing.
One very possitive way it affected me? I chose not to have children for 5 years. At 5 years of marriage to that "wonderful JW man" the relationship was so bad, there was no way I was going to bring a child into it. Because of my journey in this life, I made a final choice not to have children when I was 30. The best decision I ever made.
Glad 1975 came and went. Glad Armageddon didn't.