I read this article, then read it to my husband.  We both found it a lovely remembrance of a unique time.  It was not the experience of the women in our family, as most lived on farms.  However, we both grew up in Adventist ghettos in the 1970s.  But we are the only generation that did, even though we are both sixth generation Adventists.  
The effect of the full immersion in Adventist life was so strong that I had a hard time considering any other way of life.  When I found myself at 30 living in a small town with few SDA connections for the first time in my life, it took years to feel normal.  I now spend little time with my Adventist friends and most of my time is spent with those who don't care what my religious background is.  They know, because I don't think people forget that kind of thing once they learn it, but we rarely, if ever, talk about it.  
But I know that I could go right back--the ghetto is still there where I left it.  A little different perhaps, but largely intact.