It was a small Southern Baptist church out in the country. It was probably over a hundred years old when we lived there. Daddy actually helped build the building which is there now.
He returned from WWII and was a combat engineer. He did carpentry work, was a brick mason too. He was farming at the time.
Sunday morning Sunday School and preaching. Sunday night preaching and training union. Wednesday was prayer meeting and they also did sword drills which was calling out a book, chapter and verse. The first to stand and read the correct passage got a tally mark. Once a month the person with the most would get a free Bible.
Our preacher BTW was retired from being president of a seminary and had a PHD from Yale.
All my Baptist friends went to church Sunday AM, PM and on Wednesday night. Us Presbyterians just went Sunday AM.