Best part of Saturday F.S. was the breaks we took, quite frequently at the local restaurant until the old people said they would just rather get all the time they could in doing their jobs because they "did not wake up to go drink coffee". After they did a small talk about how breaks are not really needed every Saturday out in service, I kinda did not like going. Especcially when they got to the point where even for restroom breaks we used outhouses.... YUCK
Best part of Sunday was my dad would always stop at the store on the way home from the hall and get us kids all treats. :) Those are really the only ways I liked Saturdays and Sundays, though thankfully my parents were not too 'religious' about going out every weekend.