sounds like my sweet grandmother. My grandfather was a baptist minister in a tiny village when I went to live with them.
I could read "nice" uplifting books on sunday -- not adventure or exciting ones. No running around outside with friends. The only non religious thing that went on was that she listened to "One Mans Family" on the radio at 5PM. But my grandfather had already left to walk to the church to prepare for the evening service.
And, yes, we went to church twice and had Sunday school.. Then twice more during the week.
It was a gentler time.
I read the funnies on Monday at a neighbors house