My stepfather was an old-school Portugee from the Azores. He was always a nominal Catholic. In all the years I lived under his roof to my knowledge he never read the Bible nor did he ever attend mass. My mother was baptized Catholic when she married him. She attended mass only for Christmas and Easter. She also never read the Bible... until long after I left her home. She was reading it daily for a long time before she died in 2006. I only learned this from my younger brother who still lived with her until her death. I was 1500 miles away, so our connection was limited to a few phone calls. I hope that she had connected with God during that time. I had a few hints that she was, but I really do not know.
I opened the family Bible a few times as a boy intending to read it, but never got past the pictures in it. That was my own fault. I was the only one in the household attending mass weekly, so it was all on me. I presumed I was doing all that was needed by attending and regularly taking communion. Neither the nuns nor the priests ever asked us to read a Bible for ourselves.
Would I have remained Catholic if someone had read the Bible to me when I was a small child? That is an open question to which I am unable to answer. My biological father and his mother were staunch Protestants faithful to the Pentecostal Holiness church until their deaths in 1992 and 1985 respectively, but I never lived with either of them in my memory.
I can only hope that I am now where God wants me to be. Presently I am without a home church and due to present circumstances, that is really unlikely to change. I do plan to attend church services when the weather improves and I am able to drive again, but this old former altar boy is however unlikely to attend a Catholic Church again. My connection with God is not dependent on any church services in any case. I spend 2-3 hours every morning reading my Bible and talking to God. I really am working on the, "praying without ceasing" and "rejoicing in the Lord always". I am closer, I believe, than when I first began... I had my 80th birthday in December, so there is probably not of time to reestablish in another assembly.
No, there was no such school in our little town. There were only two churches in town, the Catholic, by far the largest and one little Protestant one. A few miles out of town there was a Mormon church. By the way all of the masses were in Latin. I stopped attending regularly when I graduated from high school in 1961.
What I heard was from God especially through Bible that I began to read and through the family that initially brought us to that church. The pastor had some good things to say that I was able hear in the beginning, but he was the one finally drove us away from that assembly as well.