Sundays in my childhood memory

A classic sunny Sunday morning, with family and/or friends, going to church in the morning, and after that eating out or cook together at home, with conversations that seem endless. Not a quiet one, a rather wild one, with kids running around or trying to help (but ended up ruining things instead). That is the kind of Sunday morning that I recall from my childhood. My dad will turn the music player on (and loud, since he had a big pair of standing speakers, taller than us!), with Christian songs during normal days, or Christmas carols (!) in Decembers. That is my definition of normal. That's why, with that kind of upbringing, my memories are filled with those songs, and Bible verses that I read because I did not have many books to read back then, and the only access was to the Bible - the only book that was available all the time, and had always been read every Sunday or every occasion like neighborhood worship evening. That's why, again, every time I hear the old Christian songs or hymns, my mind can't help but wandering around and remember both of them, Mom and Dad, who are peacefully rest in eternity now (Earth time - the chronos). Songs, music, they can retrieve old memory from brain cells and bring it up to present time. I think.