I admired my father very much. He was a tallish and good-looking man, who was widely respected for his manner of life.
As for his devoutness, for him that was a church thing. We attended James Island Presbyterian Church, which was founded in the early 18th century by Archibald Stobo, sent over from Scotland to preach the Gospel in what were called "foreign parts." The chapel we worshipped in was built in 1909 and was of no particular distinction.
By today's standards, the services were quite simple, even austere. The minister, Mr. Theodore Ashe Beckett, would enter the pulpit area in his black robe, and the pianist would strike up the Long Meter Doxology, which is still widely known:
"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.
Praise Him all creatures here below."
Then the preacher would pray. There would be a report from the Sunday School as to attendance, though our church had a board on which some of this information could be posted for all to see. There would be a hymn, sung out of our little hymnals printed without music. We knew the tunes, anyway. At some point, after the Scripture was read, Mr. Beckett would launch into what was called the Pastoral Prayer. My mother would bow her head, and my father would bow even lower, perhaps touching his head on the back of the pew in front of him.
Mr. Beckett would go on and on, praying for the church, for missionaries, for the sick and afflicted, for the conversion of the stubborn, for the increase of the Holy Spirit, and for any special needs. This might take fifteen minutes of the service time. When the prayer was over, it was with some relief that Daddy raised his head from its bowed position, and I can swear that I saw a red mark of devotion on his forehead after fifteen minutes of resting his brow on the bench back before him. If there was not actually a red mark, there was surely a dent in his brow. The sermon that followed took much of the remaining time.
While my parents were not often devout people in public, and not given to much religious talk, there was no doubt that they were sincere believers.