James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© March 30, 2022
TWENTIETH CENTURY PERSPECTIVE
In the
spring of 1941, we moved from St. Boniface school and parish to our first
purchased home at 318 Sixth Avenue North two houses west of the Clinton County Courthouse
block which would be my playground with the “Courthouse Tigers” and St. Patrick’s
school and parish until 1947 when I would leave the comfort of my Irish American
neighborhood to attend Clinton High School on the southwestern side of Clinton,
which was something of a cultural shock as I was Irish Roman Catholic and
Democrat in a city that was predominantly Protestant and Republican. The courthouse neighborhood was working-class
poor whereas many of my classmates who were equally interested in academics had
parents who were corporate executives to the many now actively defense
manufacturing operations or medical doctors or other well-educated
professionals.
On the
wall of my modest home were pictures of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR)
and Pope Pius XII.
On December
7, 1941, the air force and navy of the Empire of Japan made a surprise attack on
the United States Naval Seventh Fleet at Pearl Harbor in the Haiwains Islands decimating
the fleet and killing nearly 3,000 US sailors and soldiers. FDR in declaring war on Japan on December 8,
1941, declared it would be a “day which would live in infamy.” On December 11, 1941, the United States
declared war on Nazi Germany and its Axis Powers.
The Second
World War was the years of my youth, growing up in Clinton, Iowa in the middle
of the United States in the middle of the 20th century and the
middle of the farm belt in an industrial community of 33,000 snuggled against
the muddy Mississippi River.
In my
working-class neighborhood, I came of age in THE SHADOW OF THE COURTHOUSE and
the age of the atomic bomb.
There was
no television, no mega sports, no big automobiles, or manicured lawns. There was radio, newspapers, movies, high
school sports, the Clinton Industrial Baseball League where men too young or
too old to go to the war and played baseball for the fun of it. Clintonians had victory gardens, accepted
rationing of all essentials, drove old jalopies, took the bus, or rode their
bicycles to work.
It was a
time when the four faces of the magnificent Clinton County Courthouse clock
chimed on the half-hour and threw a metaphorical shadow over young people’s
lives. This made certain they would not
be late for meals made from victory garden staples.
The courthouse
neighborhood had most stay-at-home mothers in two-parent families. Few parents managed to get beyond a grammar
school education while nearly all worked in Clinton factories or on the
railroad. Divorce was as foreign as an
ancestral language.
It was a
time in hot summers when people slept with their families in Riverview Park
adjacent to the Mississippi River. In their
homes they left windows open, doors unlocked, bicycles on the side of the
house, and if they had an automobile, keys in the car, knowing neither neighbor
nor stranger would disturb their possessions.
In winter schools never closed even when snowbanks were four feet high.
It was a
time when kids created their own play as parents were too tired or too involved
in the struggle to make a living to pay their children much mind. Clinton youngsters would never know such
Darwinian freedom or its concomitant brutality again.
In 1944
my parents voted for FDR to have a fourth term handily defeating the Republican
presidential candidate Wendell Willkie only to die on April 12, 1945, at the
age of 61 with vice president Harry S. Truman assuming the presidency.
WII ended in Europe on May 8, 1945, with the unconditional surrender of the Axis Powers. President Truman who was unaware of the Manhattan Project decided once aware of the atomic bomb to drop it on the cities of Japan on August 6, 1941, on Hiroshima, and on August 9, 1945, on Nagasaki, killing between 129,000 and 226,000 not to mention leaving the two cities as radioactive nuclear wastelands. Most of the casualties were civilians. Truman’s justification to end the war without an invasion of Japan was estimated to cause tens of thousands of lost American lives. Japan surrendered unconditionally on September 2, 1945, on the USS Missouri battleship in Tokyo Bay.
REFLECTIONS
One of the blessings, when you are racked with an incurable disease, is that
you have time to ponder, in my case, my writing. Responders to my works are
always honest if sometimes frustrated with my approach to all my efforts as an
author. I plead “guilty.”
Since I was a small boy, I have always felt that if honest with ourselves and
consistent with that honesty in our reflections, we will make connections with
others whatever their circumstances and experiences because we share a common
humanity.
The uncanny truth is the more we attempt to ignore the nature of our roots the
more we reflect on those initial impressions acquired as infants and carry on
into our adulthood and old age.
A common cliché is that you can take a child out of his hometown but you cannot
take the hometown out of the child. Unfortunately, this confounds many young
people today because they have never experienced a hometown being forced by
circumstances to be their parents as both parents work with them being reared
by surrogate parents. Then there is the constant moving from place to place as
parents’ jobs demand never staying for long in one place.
Add to this that many parents and grandparents came of age during the boom
period after WWII that philosopher Eric Hoffer calls “the terrible 60s,” where
parental adolescent guidance often did not exist. To fill this vacuum as
essentially their own parents, they grow from adolescence to adulthood with no
guidance system. This brings to mind the chilling novel "Lord of the
Flies" (1954) by Nobel Prize-winning British author William Golding. The
book focuses on a group of privileged British boys stranded on an island after
their plane goes down killing the pilot leaving them to govern themselves with
disastrous results.
As uncommon as a hometown may have become, it is that experience as a child
that determines to a large measure the adult that we become.
We are living in an age without roots where grown-ups are a rare commodity as
we witness the world of today.
Adults often reflect the scars of youth where
physical abuse may have been rare but vocal, emotional, and psychological
verbal abuse was common scaring children permanently by belittling or treating
one child preferably to another.
Today half of the American population is in some kind of psychotherapy not
necessarily by a professional therapist but by looking for emotional therapy
through friends or their electronic devices.
Sanity is uncommon in the best of times. Now no attempt can mask the fact that
sanity or being under control is futile to suggest. The American family is
dysfunctional with that status the new norm.
It is not only in America as in this electronic age sanity is the exception to
the rule for the world.
In the opening lines of this missive, I write not to assuage the torments of my
audience but to write about the perturbations that haunt us.
THE AUDIENCE TILTED TOWARD CELEBRITY
American British travelogue writer, Bill Bryson (born 1951) is an Iowa boy who
claims to be an atheist but writes with a compelling gift to entertain which is
apparent in the international bestseller memoir of his youth in Des Moines,
Iowa, “Life & Times of the Thunderbolt Kid" (2007).
Then there is the NBC personality Tom Brokaw (born 1940) who published an
equally successful memoir of his youth, "A Long Way from Home: Growing Up
in the American Heartland" (2001).
I share a common Iowa youth background with Bill Bryson, and with Tom Brokaw in
having graduated from the University of Iowa. Beyond that my memoir, "In
the Shadow of the Courthouse: A Memoir of the 1940s Written as a Novel"
(2003) has little in common with either authors' memoir.
When the Des Moines Register published a stunning review of Bryson’s memoir in
2007, I wrote the newspaper about my courthouse memoir, reminding it that my
book covered my adolescence during the war years of WWII in one of Iowa’s
important industrial cities. When I failed to hear anything, I called the
editor and received little satisfaction. A second letter was sent to the
newspaper’s publisher, which resulted in a small insignificant mention of my
book.
Nor did this book receive a bump from print, radio, or television as “Confident
Selling” (1971) had, leading to a national bestseller in hard and soft-covered
copies. "The Shadow of the Courthouse" generated sales in the low
five figures mainly from Clinton residents and those Iowans living across the
country of that WWII generation.
Between 1990 and 2003, I made a dozen trips from Tampa, Florida to Clinton,
Iowa (a distance of over 1,000 miles) interviewing more than 100 residents
using their names in the story, visiting all the sites elaborated on in the
book while providing pictures in the second edition of my family and others who
touched my life.
Clinton, Iowa then as now was mainly a Protestant community with some fifty
active Protestant congregations or about 80 percent of the population of 33,000
in the 1940s.
THE MOST REVEREND FATHER JAMES A. MURRAY (1864 – 1928), THE CONSUMMATE
BUILDER
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Father Murray in the red cassock of a Monsignor.
In 1889 Father Murray emigrated from Ireland and settled in Clinton, Iowa where
the enterprising priest set out to create an extensive Catholic community
consistent with what his predecessors had done elsewhere in Clinton. The
Catholic community was less than 10 percent. Today, it is much smaller than
when Father Murray came to America. Even so, this did not stop him from realizing
his vision. Father Murray is buried in St. Mary’s Cemetery in Clinton.
ST. PATRICK’S CHURCH
Father Murray was able to raise funds to construct St. Patrick’s church,
rectory, and school in “The Shadow of the Courthouse.” To supply nuns to teach
at St. Patrick’s school, K-8th grade, he persuaded the Sisters of
St. Francis to come to Clinton building Mt. St. Clare Convent & Academy on
Bluff Boulevard in the sight of the Clinton County Courthouse.
[St. Patrick Church was built in 1905 for
$40,000, closed in 1997, and was demolished in 2005. It was located at 240
Fourth Avenue North, Clinton, Clinton County, Iowa.]
MT. ALVERNO
Father Murray didn’t stop there. He created Mt. Averno Home for elderly nuns
and others of advanced age on Thirteenth Avenue North in North Clinton or
Lyons.
[The Canticle, located adjacent to Mt.
Alverno was built in 1997 extending Father Murray’s work long after his death
in 1928 becoming the home of the Sisters of St. Francis. It was named after the
inspirational song of praise, The
Canticle of the Creatures, written by St. Francis of Assisi. The Canticle
houses some 35 residents. While the good sisters may live and minister in other
parts of the United States and South America, the Canticle will always be their
home.]
SACRED HEART CHURCH
The Sisters of St. Francis became teachers of K-8th grade of
students of Sacred Heart church, rectory & school, a facility purchased
from a mystical organization located in downtown Clinton.
[Sacred Heart Church in Clinton was
established as a mission of St. Boniface in 1891. The priests from St. Boniface
took care of that parish until 1903 when a resident pastor was assigned to
Sacred Heart.]
ST. BONIFACE CHURCH
Students attended St. Boniface school K-8th grade in Lyons off Main
Avenue. Parishioners were mainly of German ancestry and farmers in rural North
Clinton.
ST. IRENAEUS CHURCH
St. Irenaeus School K-8th grade, like St. Boniface, met the needs of
immigrant and working-class families.
[Saint Irenaeus Church is a former parish
of the Diocese
of Davenport. The church was founded in the town of Lyons,
which is now the north side of Clinton,
Iowa, and is listed on the National
Register of Historic Places since 2010. It is now the property of the
Clinton County Historical Society as a museum.
Bishop Mathias
Loras (named for Loras High School & College
in Dubuque, Iowa) of the Diocese
of Dubuque said the first Mass in Lyons in a log home
in 1848. He came to Lyons from Bellevue and
started building the church as soon as he arrived and it was completed in 1852.
The building was built of brick and cost $1,500 to construct.
St. Irenaeus church is a Gothic
Revival style building constructed in limestone,
which was quarried just outside the town. The building was completed in 1871
and cost the parish $45,000. The building measures 130 by 60 feet and could
accommodate 450 people. The ceiling is 50 feet off the floor. The stained
glass windows depict the Twelve
Apostles. Two offset spires front the building. The
south spires rise 166 feet and the north spire is 136 feet high.
The ornate golden chandelier modeled after the crown of France was a gift from
the French Bonaparte family to the parish to be used as the sanctuary
lamp. The parish school was staffed by the Sisters
of Charity of the Blessed Virgin Mary from Dubuque.
In 1861 the German members of the parish formed their own parish a few blocks
away called St.
Boniface. This left St. Irenaeus a predominately
Irish Catholic parish. Other parishes were formed to the south in Clinton: St.
Mary's (1867), St. Patrick's (1889), and Sacred Heart (1891).]
In 1911 all five Clinton Catholic parishes joined the Davenport Diocese
when Clinton County was transferred to that jurisdiction.
OUR LADY OF ANGELS COLLEGE
Our Lady of Angels was originally the Lyons Female College, a Presbyterian
school dedicated on September 15, 1858. It was the first institution of higher
learning in Clinton County. The school was sold in September 1872 to the
Sisters of Charity, a Catholic order in Clinton. Our Lady of Angels Academy, a
boarding school and convent was dedicated on October 2, 1872. The Sisters of
the Blessed Virgin Mary (popularly known as BVMs) were teachers at the academy
and St. Mary’s school K-12th grade. St. Mary’s in its day was the
largest parish of Clinton.
Ancestors of St. Mary’s were struck with awe as they experienced their
magnificent new church home for the first time on Sunday, June 24, 1888.
ST. MARY’S CHURCH
St. Mary’s Church was built mostly by immigrants, and it took four long years
to complete — from laying the cornerstone on Aug. 17, 1884, to full completion
of the massive church in 1888. The Rev. P.V. McLaughlin (pastor 1867-1879)
started the church and his brother E.J. McLaughlin (1879-1932) led the growth
of the parish after his brother died.
The first pastor was buried beneath the altar of
the first church, originally called Holy Family, on the southwest corner of
Sixth Avenue South and Fourth Street (the Roosevelt Building followed). Later,
he was interred in the lower level of St. Mary’s before, finally, being
reburied elsewhere.
In 1916, the second Rev. McLaughlin was elevated to Monsignor. At that time,
the popular priest was given an electric automobile by his parishioners. He was
the only priest known to wear a full beard, a fact attributed to chronic health
problems caused by his years of suffering the cold damp winters of Ireland,
Dubuque (where he was raised), and, of course, Clinton.
This didn’t deter him from using his fine voice to become one of the best
speakers around. That tradition would become a St. Mary’s standard noted in
Monsignor Ambrose Burke… down to its present-day priests, Frs. Anthony Herold
and Thomas Hennon.
Those who remember Monsignor Thomas Galligan (pastor from 1932 to 1956) recall
that he was one of the few “fire and brimstone” orators in the Catholic Church
of that era. He was known to shout about “going to hell” and to pound the
pulpit with high emotion. All of these things made a great impression on the
congregation, especially its youth.
On St. Mary’s 1888 dedication day, a parade and other events lasted several
hours. Among those who marched that day were included three Irish Societies, a
brass band, The Roman Catholic Total Abstinence Society, the Right Reverend
John Hennessy of Dubuque and numerous priests. Their gathering began assembling
at 2 p.m. for a three o’clock event. One thousand five hundred people attended,
and the party was adjourned at 5:30 p.m. Two hundred dollars was collected that
day by ushers named Sheppard, Hall, Purcell, Koetter, Spaulding, and Mooney.
The cornerstone had been laid four years earlier, and it noted that Leo XIII
was then Pope.
A feature article in The Clinton Herald was entitled “The Grand Edifice” and it
is noteworthy that one of the builders, (later Realtor) J.Q. Jefferies laid
many of the 800,000 bricks which were ordered in 1884. By March 1888, however,
only 3,800 bricks remained. The beautiful stained glass windows and other
adornments were donated by families with names such as DeVine, Welsh,
Rosenberger, Kennedy, Hayes, McCarthy, McFadden, Conroy, Dougherty, Redden,
Quinn, John New, the Altar and Rosary Society, and Ladies of the Sodality.
Who were these people? How did they affect what
we today have done? And, how did immigrants of such limited means pay for such
a magnificent church?
When St. Mary’s parishioners climbed the Hill and built a church ascending
toward heaven, they literally “came up in the world.” The little church
downtown became inadequate; they needed a church for 1,000 people. The parish
quickly had grown to 500 families with 600 schoolchildren, as immigrants flooded
Clinton to get desirable jobs in the lumber industry, some “moving up” to
railroad work.
This was during a time when all Irish Catholics
attended church every week and confession every other week. Many wouldn’t
receive communion unless they’d recently confessed their sins. And, if they
forgot a sin, they might go right back into the confessional. Lines were long;
lectures and penances were harsh. Nevertheless, people were happy and seldom
chafed under the hard realities of life.
That wave of Clinton immigrants came here in the 1850s and rapidly filled up
the flatlands where Hy-Vee and ADM now rule the landscape. Many locals were
Catholics who worked in the aforementioned factories and businesses. There was
plenty of work and, as their lot in life improved, they moved into bigger and
better homes. Slowly, they moved up Ninth Avenue hill and out Comanche Avenue,
as trolley cars helped them navigate about their growing city.
People stayed in this “hilltop” neighborhood and seldom even went “downtown”
because they had banks, grocers, and bars right on Fourth Street. Many visited
relatives in Chicago or went to ball games there via the many passenger trains
that passed within blocks of their homes.
The first three pastors of St. Mary’s, remarkably, encompassed the years
1867-1956. Since then, they’ve been followed by Monsignor Burke, Reverends
Leahy, Soens, and Father Tom Doyle — the last St. Mary’s pastor before Father
Ron Young was asked to create one parish under the name, Prince of Peace.
Father Tony Herold is the present pastor of this parish.
THE CLINTON CATHOLIC COMMUNITY TODAY
All five of Clinton’s Roman Catholic churches have been either demolished,
abandoned, or converted into museums. Likewise, Mt. St. Clare Convent & Boarding
Academy and Our Lady of Angels College & Boarding School are no more.
The Lady of Angels School was sold in September 1872 to the Sisters of Charity
and dedicated on October 2, 1872. In 1966, the school was closed. The buildings
were demolished in the 1980s.
Mt. St. Clare Convent & Academy was purchased from the Sisters of St.
Francis in 2010 by the Ashford University of San Diego, a for-profit online
university. Two years after staff cuts were announced, troubled Ashford
University closed its Clinton campus.
Ashford University had made extensive remodeling of Mt. St. Clare and elsewhere
in Clinton but could not weather the scandals associated with recruiters lying
to convince prospective students to enroll in online classes.
Two years after staff cuts were announced
troubled Ashford University closed its Clinton, Iowa campus in May 2016 and
agreed to pay $7.25 million to settle claims against this practice. Ashford and
the company that owns it, Bridgepoint Education, settled the lawsuit filed in
Iowa, denying any wrongdoing.
JESUS CHRIST, PRINCE OF PEACE CHURCH & PARISH
Catholic optimists claim Prince of Peace parishioners, a church dedicated on
July 30, 2014, will have the same experience that their forbearers did over a
century ago. That is unlikely as the
mind and morals of the times are essentially indifferent to church attendance
much less committed to the somewhat draconian practices of Roman Catholicism a
century ago.
The new Prince of Peace Church, a faith outlet
to a much smaller active Clinton Catholic community, can easily accommodate all
the Catholics of Clinton, with space for 600 parishioners and overflowing space
in the atrium, and generous side aisles for those “extra” folks who join in at
Christmas and Easter.
On any Sunday estranged members of Roman Catholicism can come back and enjoy
fresh modern surroundings in a comfortable and non-judgmental atmosphere.
Gone are the numbers and nameplates designating where each family once had its
rented pew. Modern Catholic families may remember but have no time to delve
into the private lives of others. They simply endeavor to “love one another,”
as once taught for them to do.
A few old artifacts have been blended into the new facility. Pew ends from St.
Mary’s have been refinished and hold the same place of honor in Prince of
Peace. As Mass participants continue to run their hands over them, they’re
touching spots that long family lines have rubbed. The ancient wooden
confessionals were refinished and now serve as a backdrop to the altar. Many of
the ornate, old candelabras and other items have been refurbished for continued
use. One particularly fine piece is the original sanctuary lamp from St.
Irenaeus, which is exhibited in its golden crown. It was brought from France by
Father Frederic Cyrille Jean — a gift from the Bonaparte family.
St. Mary’s Church environs/neighborhoods are now very different from those of
bygone years. Many early immigrants’ homes are gone… having been demolished or
remodeled. Apartments now line the brick streets where parishioners once raised
large Catholic families. Yes, times do change. The new church has been built,
as some say, “way out” on the beltway. The dedication of Jesus Christ, Prince
of Peace Church was on Saturday, March 14, 2009.
As time marches on (perhaps in another hundred years) Prince of Peace could be
in the center of town once more, and future parishioners may once again be
thinking thoughts of change (much of this has been taken from the late Clinton
educator and historian Gary Herrity who wrote historical columns in The Clinton
Herald).
MUSING
Our Lady of Angels Convent & Academy provided nuns of the order of the
Sisters of the Blessed Virgin Mary as teachers at St. Mary’s K-12th grade.
St. Patrick’s school, St. Boniface School,
Sacred Heart School, and St. Irenaenus School, K-8th grades, were provided with
the Sisters of St. Francis as teachers from Mt. St. Clare Convent &
College.
Sacred Heart Catholic Church & K-8th grade was located in downtown Clinton.
St. Mary’s is the largest Catholic parish in the city and the school, K-12th
grade located on the west side of Clinton.
BANKRUPTCY OF A CORPORATE SYSTEM
The Davenport Catholic Diocese, with which Clinton’s Catholic parishes were
associated, was ravaged by the scandals of priests' sexual abuse of children
over generations and students in their care causing this diocese (as with many
others across the United States) massive financial indemnities. Children of
these families were victims carrying scars of their youth into their adult
lives.
When I was doing my research for the courthouse book, few of these institutions
were viable and functioning, but ultimately all five Catholic churches and
schools as well as Mt. St. Clare and Our Lady of Angels were erased as if they
never existed.
Clinton is a city that prides its architecture and landmarks. These Catholic
sites may no longer exist but in the imagination of old-timers. The Roman
Catholic Church failed to act morally, judiciously, and timely when first aware
of the problem.
The Roman Catholic Church in the United States On December 17, 2019, Pope
Francis issued canon law instruction "On the confidentiality of legal
proceedings" lifting the "pontifical secret" in the cases
relating to violence or abuse of authority in forcing sexual acts, sexual abuse
of minors or vulnerable persons, crimes of pedophilia involving children under
18
For the most part, responding to allegations of sexual abuse in a diocese was
left to the jurisdiction of the bishop or archbishop. Many of the accused
priests were forced to resign or were laicized or dismissed as in a clerical state and reduced to a
layperson. Several bishops who had participated in the cover-up were forced to
resign or retire.
It was revealed that some bishops had facilitated compensation payments to
alleged victims on the condition that the allegations remained secret. In
addition, rather than being dismissed, the accused were often instructed to
undergo psychological counseling and, on completion of counseling, reassigned
to other parishes where, in some cases, they continued to abuse minors.
The dioceses in which abuse was committed or in which abuse allegations were
settled out of court found it necessary to make financial settlements with the
victims totaling over $1.5 billion as of March 2006. The number and size of
these settlements made it necessary for the dioceses to reduce their ordinary
operating expenses by closing churches and schools. In many instances, dioceses
were forced to declare bankruptcy as a result of the settlements.
As the breadth and depth of the scandals became apparent in dioceses across the
United States, declared that a joint response was warranted at the episcopal
conference level calling for “swift, sure and final punishment for priests who
are guilty of this kind of misconduct.” In contrast to this, the Vatican's
primary concern as wanting to make sure “that everyone’s rights are respected,
including the rights of accused clergy" and wanting to affirm that it is
not acceptable to "remedy the injustice of sexual abuse with the injustice
of railroading priests who may or may not be guilty.”
In my naiveté, I have painstakingly gone through this second edition thinking
one day it might be treated as a historical and cultural data point. It never
occurred to me that almost everyone today lives only in the present and the
future therefore vulnerable to periodic corruption.
My sweep of a presence long gone has little gravitas to the conscience of the
times. In my ignorance, the Catholic community reduced to Jesus Christ, Prince
of Peace Catholic Parish on the outskirts of Clinton seems only an
embarrassment to me.
"In the Shadow of the Courthouse," now edited and revise, has taken
this old man some time to complete perhaps more for his satisfaction than that
of anyone else.
It is not a recent inclination as critics have occasionally informed me,
stating that I don’t write to entertain but to provoke thought, thinking about
things readers may prefer to ignore to get on with their lives. If that is
true, once again, I plead guilty.
