Photo
of St. Joseph's Catholic Church
by
Brigida Blasi
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A drive to collect the money to build a Catholic School in
Rawlins began in November 1949. Six weeks later an extraordinary $101,000 had been raised
toward the quarter million dollar effort to erect St. Joseph’s Catholic School.
The entire population of the south central Wyoming town in 1950 was 7415, and
of course only a fraction of that population was Catholic. The average salary
was $2,992 and in general
there was only one wage-earner in a family at that time, so the success of the
fund drive to build a school and give the parish’s children a religion-based
education really was remarkable.
Photo
of St. Joseph's Parochial School
by
Brigida Blasi
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The school, at 222 West Spruce, sat on the busy business loop
of US 30. A squat yellow brick structure built behind the fancier St. Joseph’s
Church with its cupola dominating the downtown skyline, the school was
utilitarian in the extreme, sparing little for fancy design. The original plans
called for six class rooms, boy and girl rest rooms, a library, dining room and
kitchen, a gym, and the principal’s office, where hid the paddle with holes
drilled in to make sure we felt the whacks.
Photo
of classroom at St. Joseph's Parochial School
by
Brigida Blasi
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The school opened in September 1951, with an enrollment of 183. Five Sisters of Loretto came from Denver to teach. In a diocesan report dated 1939-2000, in that latter year enrollment was 290 with six teaching Sisters, two lay teachers, and three priests, who teach religion and physical education. Men from the parish kept the football, basketball, and track programs going through volunteer services. Moms supervised the lunchroom after one was later added on, coached girl’s gym, and ran countless fund raising activities.
I attended kindergarten at the public school in Rawlins, and
started elementary school in the first grade at St. Joseph’s. I went through all
eight grades of parochial school in the 1960s, and well remember the strict
expectations of the nuns. We did not wear uniforms, but girls wore only skirts and dresses below the knee. Boys had shirts tucked in to nice pants and wore belts.
We felt, and were, different from the public school kids whose playground faced ours across Pine Street. If we got a paddling in school, we could expect another to reinforce the lesson when we got home. We knew a smidgen of Latin from the Mass. We were better educated in English, but less so in science and math. We didn’t get dirty jokes, and were veritable sacrificial lambs when we graduated out of parochial school the spring following the Summer of Love...
We felt, and were, different from the public school kids whose playground faced ours across Pine Street. If we got a paddling in school, we could expect another to reinforce the lesson when we got home. We knew a smidgen of Latin from the Mass. We were better educated in English, but less so in science and math. We didn’t get dirty jokes, and were veritable sacrificial lambs when we graduated out of parochial school the spring following the Summer of Love...
Photo
credit: Derek Redmond/Foter.com/CC BY-SA
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....and just ahead of the Tet Offensive.
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