Sweet tea, fried chicken, field peas & greens, cornbread, and ice-box pie would be a Sunday-best supper laid out for the Reverend and his special guest. The hostess would always be addressed as "Miss (first name)", or "Sister (first name)" if she's a member of the Rev's congregation. No matter the presumed social standing or economic strata, politeness and courtesy were (still are, actually) hallmarks of expected social decorum in the South - especially when the preacher came to visit. For poor folks, church congregations provided a significant social network and infrastructure; a planned preacher's visit to one's home was a very big deal. This would be the fodder for the ensuing week's gossip amongst the "church ladies". Even if the personal matters discussed by the hostess and her spiritual advisor were kept confidential, fanciful speculation would likely run rampant through the ladies of the congregation - tongues would be a-waggin' (mostly because there wouldn't be much else to talk about in such depressed farming communities of the era).

Oh yeah, it'd be hot an' sticky; a cool breeze would be like a blessin' from the Lord, Amen!