An hour every day?!? That must have been your parents’ version of socializing. I do the big hauls about every three weeks. Any more often is a waste of time and gas to the only grocery store within 20 miles.
I believe it was "socializing" on their part, although perhaps they didn't see that themselves.
The paternal ancestor was a hospital administrator, and both parents were registered nurses, and spent, easily, circa 10-12 hours a day at work six days a week, and about half that on Sundays.
These were two small towns, back in a more mellow, relaxed era, and nothing was far away from anywhere else--we're talking two towns of circa 3,000 people each--and so it wasn't like there was much driving involved.
Most locals seemed to shop abour two or three times a week, and Saturday evenings (it later became Thursday evenings, in imitation of the big cities) was usually when the grocery stores got somewhat too busy for socializing.
The older siblings all had after-school jobs, and so it wasn't like supper had to be at 6:00 p.m. We were perhaps the only family in either town that never had a television (why, I have no idea, but obviously its absence didn't hurt)--we did however have an enormous library, more books than either local public library. And because of their standing in both communities, the parents had to be visible and accessible.
I have no idea how the parents handled it when the older brothers and sisters were younger, before my younger brother and I came along (there was a gap between them and us), but I assume this spending an hour at the grocery store every day for just a couple of sackfuls of goods evolved as a means of both winding down and informally socializing.
I dunno how my younger brother felt about it--but of course he did his own "socializing" there--but I myself was never bored. It was always interesting, watching the interactions of people, even though I couldn't hear them.