52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History: Week 44: primary school, church, nuns and migrants

The topic for Week 44 in Amy Coffin’s and Geneablogger’s 52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History series is: Elementary (Primary) School. Describe your grammar/elementary/primary school (or schools). Were they big or small? Are any of these schools still in existence today? If so, how have they changed since you went there? This is going to end up as a long post, be warned.(I keep thinking of Cat Stevens and the Days of the Old School Yard, cue the music).

Clydesdale c1900 John Oxley Library Negative number: 146812, copyright expired. This was the convent during my school years.

No school bells ring today, there is no sound of children playing or chanting tables. Those who live in the modern townhouses built on a large block on Clyde Road probably have no idea that there ever were bells or children. After all, it is many decades since the old school and church were there: they only know of the 1960s church and presbytery adjacent to the townhouses, and even those are quiet these days.

Only those who attended the little parish school during the fifty odd years of its life can remember that it wasn’t always a sleepy hollow. In fact much that happened there reflected wider social conditions as well as a very particular experience of Catholicism in the pre-Vatican II era.

The official jubilee site tells how the Herston parish of St Joan of Arc was established mid-1920, while Trove reveals more details of its blessing in December 1920. The parish complex of 2 ¼ acres, included Clydesdale, an impressive house built c1890 which was to become a convent, a building for the priest, and a timber building which had been relocated from elsewhere and raised to a second storey building (apparently a former Salvation Army Hall, something I never knew), which was to be used for the church and a hall. The church was blessed by Brisbane’s “building Bishop”, Archbishop Duhig, who made much of the event by declaring all Brisbane’s Catholic churches to be fully occupied…ironic to read these days. Archbishop Duhig was renowned for buying premium plots of land around Brisbane and establishing many new parishes. He also contributed the organ to the new church.

I was surprised when first reading about the hall in the old timber building. To me, it was both church (upstairs) and school (mostly downstairs). While I don’t think of it forming a hall, on reflection the central area downstairs, immediately under the church’s footprint, could be opened up and with the stage (on the ground floor beneath the altar above), it would form a very satisfactory hall. I suppose this is where we held our concerts, though to be truthful I have no memory of the events themselves, only the preparation. The two central areas were surrounded by enclosed verandahs which mostly served as class rooms though downstairs there was a tuckshop and kitchen.

My first communion class from St Joan of Arc school. I don’t usually include photos of people without their permission but this one is so small and so old, and unidentified that I’m going with it.

The Presentation Sisters commenced the school in mid-1924 and for another 44 years it would have a pivotal role for the Catholics in the area. Of course a parish school is very much centred on the church and our lives were inextricably linked to the church’s liturgical seasons. We prepared for First Communion and I distinctly remember the bishop coming to examine us for our Confirmation – I was scared stiff I’d get the answers wrong.

Over the years this parish became responsible for the ministry to the Royal Brisbane Hospital so it was quite common for those who had been hospitalised there before their death, to be buried from our parish. It was the task of the pupils to sing at the funerals which became quite an intriguing responsibility: it became a “bread and butter” event for we school children. Of course the boys would also have the alternate responsibility of serving as altar boys at the funeral. I’m always bemused by people who have never been to a funeral until they’re adults….I lost count of how many I attended as a child and the richness and ceremony of the priest’s words, the incense and the procession of the coffin remain in my memory.

I started primary school aged 5, in prep class, and progressed round the classrooms for the next 9 years until finishing in Grade 8. My first classroom was on one of the verandahs adjacent to the church and I must say I don’t remember my first teacher with any great affection. While occasional nuns were pleasant (and young!) many were what I’ve heard referred to as “industrial strength” nuns. The convent, Clydesdale, was adjacent to the school so the nuns were definitely part of our lives. This convent was, I think, a sort of retirement home by this stage and many of the older nuns came there to live…at least that’s my memory of things. Apart from those who taught at the school, there were others (more than one?) who taught music. My friend, who was a non-Catholic, also went to the convent for her piano lessons.

Oh so demure Confirmation photo.

The school was always a small one, at least in my time. Most classes would have had fewer than twenty pupils and were usually taught as composite classes: eg Grade 7 taught with Grade 8. We used slates in the early days (that hideous scratchy noise) and ultimately pens dipped in the ink wells on our desks. The cane was never too far away for unruly students, especially the boys. Many of the boys left around Grade 6 and went to one of the larger boys’ schools. Only a handful of boys remained in my small Grade 8 class of about 13 students. If the nuns were sometimes cranky who could blame them, wearing those heavy serge habits in the heat of Queensland’s weather.

There was a nearby State School and the bus would go past our school on the way to and from it. Pupils of both schools happily shouted rhyming invective that would not be tolerated these days. At the recent Shamrock in the Bush I was much amused to recognise some of these old ditties while the younger attendees look on bemused, or was that appalled? Fortunately it was uncommon for the rivalry to go beyond the odd slanging match….uncommon but not unknown.

One of my endearing memories of primary school was the huge school and church fetes that were held in the grounds. Really they rivalled the Ekka for excitement. I think nearly everything was hand-made and the fete was just an absolute delight: sponge cakes, toffees, coconut ice, fudge, toffee apples, dolls clothes, dresses. What fun! They seemed so grand and important to me that I’m surprised there’s nary a mention of one on Trove.

St Patrick’s Day concerts were a very big focus: I remember that on the day we would wear little green ribbons with a shamrock badge in the middle..our Irish heritage was proudly flaunted in those days. We’d have to stand on the platforms on the stage while we practiced our songs and hymns, presenting all the old favourites both religious and Irish. For a long time it seemed that if you were Catholic you were Irish but that was soon to change. In fact one of my rare experiences of winning a raffle occurred in primary school when I won a lovely tin filled with home-made confectionery. It was a rare enough event that I still have the tin. 🙂

My primary school years overlapped with a significant change in Australia’s cultural life with the massive influx of post-war immigrants. I’ve talked before of how important this influence was in my life. Previously we had mainly Irish nuns, and an Irish priest, and many of us had the Celtic colouring of red hair and freckles or the “black Irish”. But our new school mates looked different and were learning English as their second language, negotiating with their parents or grandparents in another language and trying to navigate all the new experiences, no doubt including vegemite sandwiches, sardine and potato crisp sandwiches on Fridays, not to mention warm milk from the tuckshop daily. However one thing that would have provided continuity for them would have been religion, or at least I assume so. Many, if not most, of the rituals would have been familiar to them, although the Catholic Church in Australia at the time was very Irish-influenced. The Mass was still said in Latin in those days so some part of their religious life was a reprieve from the language barrier challenging them in the outside world. We had absolutely no understanding or knowledge of the horrors many of them must have experienced in the war years or immediately afterwards.

Trove again illustrates day-to-day life: to celebrate Queen Elizabeth’s coronation in 1953, 400 “New Australian” children each planted a tree in nearby Ballymore Park (later to become the Rugby Union headquarters)[i]. This again shows how much a part of the local fabric these new immigrants were becoming. Many of the parents, especially the women, worked in nearby factories like the Mynor cordial factory or the cardboard factory, or much further away at the Golden Circle cannery.

Around the middle of my time at school, and to minister to the significant immigrant population, we acquired new priests from Holland (the Netherlands). One in particular was amazing to us because not only was he staggeringly smart and well read, but he spoke about 8 languages: unprecedented in monolingual working-class Australia.

Students from St Joan of Arc convent give a eurythmic display 1924 ( a bit before my time!). From Trove and The Brisbane Courier 15 December 1924.

And so the school and I moved closer to the Vatican II era and much was changing. The nuns remained for a while but I lost my link with them when I went to high school as it was run by a different order of nuns. I laugh when I think of the day my Grade 9 teacher challenged something I’d done by saying “you went to a Presentation convent didn’t you?” Apparently that could explain all vagaries in my behaviour! No doubt the Presentation nuns thought much the same of Mercy-trained children.

The old timber building is long gone replaced by a modern 1960s church with its simple style and open outlook, a promise of a new Vatican II era. The only remnant of its history is the statue of St Joan of Arc which links the old and new churches. The nuns also left and their rather more grand building was also demolished.

School, convent, and church: memories only for those who lived in those days.

( I can find no photographs online or in my own archives of the original church -something to add to my to-do list).

[i] The Courier Mail 20 May 1953 and The Courier Mail 29 May 1953.

8 thoughts on “52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy and History: Week 44: primary school, church, nuns and migrants

  1. Your comment about people living near your school site having no idea that there once was a school there resonated with me. It’s always a strange feeling when buildings that once were important to us are gone–or substantially changed. A few years ago my family want back to the town my husband and I lived in when we first got married. The house is now abandoned and about ready to fall down. I tried to convince my children that the house had once been nice–but I don’t think that they quite believed me.

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    1. It’s interesting isn’t it, how our own experiences are diluted by what can be physically seen today. What a shame about your house being so run-down, and that the family were a little sceptical. I find that I’m increasingly looking at the background of family photos, trying to eke out information about the environment….one of the consequences of writing the 52 weeks stories I think.


  2. Hi
    – Some St Joan of Arc Memories –
    I was attended my first 5 years of primary school at St Joan of Arc from 1958 to 1962. Grade 1/2 was adjacent to the upstairs church in the enclosed verandah. Graduating to Grade 3/4 was a big move downstairs to the footprint of the room above. Also an enclosed verandah. I recall the folding partition between the central classrooms downstairs in the old school between the classrooms for Grades 5/6 and Grades 7/8. This must have been the hall you descibe in your blog. I too can’t remember it being used as a hall but I remember going to a school concert at a hall nearby after many weeks of practising to be a bumble bee!! Rehearsals were held in the enclosed verandah adjacent to the Grade 7/8 classroom on the convent side of the building.I also recall the tuckshop. Just before the Christmas breakup we’d sometimes be given cool sliced watermelon which was handed out in the tuckshop. I remember the government nurse also using that area for medical examination. This must have been the government health service.

    Do you remember the tip, the old fig tree and learing our tables on the cold days under this tree? Mother Angela and her sisters : Cyprian, St Mark, Francis, Ann and others. I guess most of them were just young girls. I was shocked as a younster when Sr St Mark told a story of getting sunburnt when on holdidays. She was in a net over the back of a fishing boat in the Torres Straits. I didn’t think that nuns could do things like this.


    1. Hi, I’ve seen your family’s online stories re St Joan of Arc as well. I think it would have been your older brother who was either in my class or the one below (With Elaine O’K). My memories of St Joan of Arc are not as positive I have to say. Mother Angela was none too fond of me after one of the nuns slapped my face and my non-Catholic father flew up to the convent and “had words” with them about it. Yes I share many of the other memories. I guess we all started out in the upstairs room near the church and going downstairs was a big move “up” paradoxically. I remember our singing rehearsals were on the stage in that opened-up hall area with the room dividers. The rehearsal area you mention I remember being used for my 1st Communion breakfast (or was it Confirmation?). I could be wrong but I have no recollection of ever doing classes outside. I’d forgotten about the school nurse until you mentioned it -they came to test for TB and maybe to give us the early Salk vaccine.

      I only remember having one or two nuns that I liked, and considered very competent. I’ve always thought of the convent as a retirement home for older nuns. I was interested in your story about Sr St Mark on the boat though. Great to hear from you. Pauleen


  3. Hi Pauleen,
    You might also like this image of “Clydesdale” at SLQ also (dated c1900) – with a bit more formal posing (no boys on the fence) but you can see what appears to be a small timber “chapel”(?) with Gothic windows behind the main house (as a photographer I love seeing these sort of details)! http://onesearch.slq.qld.gov.au/permalink/f/1c7c5vg/slq_alma21218608420002061
    The convent was built for the McKellar family for 4,000pounds in the late 1890s or early 1900s (depending on how good Duhig’s information was) see http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article212823396

    One thing that has vexed me is the photo of the parish buildings in on Clyde Rd in 1924 previously opened by Duhig 1920 – a 2-storey wooden structure (upper part as church lower part as Hall) north & adjacent to brick & stone building “Clydesdale” built about 38yrs earlier to be used as a convent [compare image of 1924 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article258739963 (where I think the correspondent got it wrong – the convent is in the middle and the church school is on the right yes?) with the 1920 description http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179635902
    These buildings are still visible in aerial photos to August 1964 (between new church and convent)! By April 1971 both convent and school no longer visible on site (demolished/removed) and 1970 brick presbytery built on Clydesdale house location by architect Frank L Cullen (the nephew of archbishop Duhig) and who is the subject of my doctoral research project.
    Can you confirm that the “Church” shown in the newspaper article above is actually the Clydesdale house, that became the convent and the school was located to the right of it?
    Have a look at QImagery a government website https://qimagery.information.qld.gov.au/ that shows the site in aerial photo FilmADA6 frame5848 date 20April 1936 with 3 buildings with school play area behind the site with well-worn paths created by school chldren – perhpas even yourself! 🙂

    Kind regards – Paul


    1. hi Paul, thanks for getting in touch. I’ll email you in more detail, but yes, the middle building is actually Clydesdale which was the convent for the Presentation nuns. The building on the right was the original church. In later years the verandahs on the top floor were enclosed and that was the infants class area. Thanks for the tipoff about QImagery – I spent happy hours playing with family locations 🙂 Cheers Pauleen


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