on a 3-day weekend when on vacation. If I was home, then I probably did go to church. But Memorial Day weekend for me as a kid was we started hoeing beets and going to church was a relief! Our dad didn't have us do that type of stuff on Sundays, but we did move irrigation pipe on Sundays.
Not once did my family go to church when on vacation or visiting relatives.
I don't have any giggly stories that I can think of.
It's not just going to church in Mormonism. They will ruin your 3-day weekend by wanting cleaning service and a whole bunch of other stuff local leaders can think of.
Smart Mormons are conveniently out of town for such occasions.
The lower ranks are stupid enough to do free work.
I grew up on a ranch in northern Utah. Church was secondary to any farming needs and no one said anything about it. It was not uncommon for people to wear work clothes to Sunday School and skip Sacrament meeting all together.
After my mother had died, Dad's new wife was from Ogden. She had a different approach and we had to go to church when we visited her relatives.
One year, I was seven years old and sitting in Jr Sunday school. This was the class where they prep you for baptism.
The teacher used the example of a beehive. Comparing us to bees. Near the end of the class she asked everyone to raise their hands and promise to be good little worker bees, follow Jesus example and be baptised.
Everyone raised their hands but me. She said "Heartless don't you want to make Heavenly Father happy and be a good worker bee?"
I said "No I'd rather be a drone."
The poor city lady innocently asked why.
I said "All the drone has to do is sit around, eat honey and have sex with the Queen. Since he's married to the queen that would make him the King."
So amidst the sea of questions about sex and the kids wanting to be king and queen bees, the lady banished me to the hallway.
Later when my Dad found out what happened, he couldn't stop laughing. Him and I were in the dog house for a few days. My stepmother was not amused and in typical mormon fashion was horrified at the shame we caused her family and how we could never return to that ward.
My dad very seldom attended on Sundays because he was a school teacher, too, and he had his irritation turns on weekends. Farmers are a different breed--one of the greatest.
Grandpa was adamant that only after all the farm expenses were paid was tithing taken from the left over. The expenses included laying up money for the next years crop and setting aside money for the fallow year when the fields rested. Taxes were farm expenses too.
Some years he paid no tithing, though occasionally he'd donate a few calves to the church herd.
I do remember attending on holidays when the turnout was tiny and everyone was allowed to leave early.
Is that what happens on long weekends?
I think I once attended a ward house TV setup for general conference and only about three or four others showed up. We chatted as the TV droned and walked out after after about 20 or 30 minutes.