It was quite the surprise, after showing my TR at the appropriate counter at JC Penney on Fremont St., in Las Vegas, to get home and unwrap that one-piece union suit... I was a good boy and did not try it on until after going through the temple.
I went through my draft physical wearing garments, in Los Angeles, and got stared at a lot. Damn things worked too well and my disabilities were hidden from the doctors and I was graded 1-A. I got very used to wearing them.
One thing: They were chick magnets at the Y. Even for a butt ugly, ne'er do well Lamanite. Yep, the power of the priesthood!
ETA: Well, crap! I misread Boner's thread title. I first saw the temple clothes on Moroni Day, 5/25/1965. I did not rock that baker's hat. There was either no ghawd, or he was a completely deranged being.
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As a kid, one time I looked to see what was in a small suitcase my parents kept in the back of their closet. Inside was weird white clothes and a green thing. I had no idea what it was about but it looked boring.
The first time I saw garments at my grandma's house was creepier. They still had some of the old style garms. She was sorting laundry. They had the ankle-length style union suit one piece with little cloth ties. I knew they were church related and only old people had them.
The biggest impact for me was being in the temple the first time and seeing people dressed up with the hats and sashes and all. The gut response I had was a mix of wanting to laugh mixed with feeling creepy.