My endowment was at the Oakland temple in 1965. I sat in a huge auditorium listening to a tape recording. No movie, no live "actors" -- just disembodied voices in a big, dimly lit room full of strangers. My fiance was there but seated with all the other bakers, of course, and I had no family with me. The temple people knew that it was my first time but they did not supply an escort.
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