A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
No one had thought of a backpack in this era in the 1940s and 1950s. We hauled our books around and some times both we and our books ended up in the snow and the ice on the slippery walkways. Coeds had short curly hair and wore saddle oxfords and bobby sox and head scarves. Those were the good days.
River Bridge across the Shoshone River near my boyhood home after replacing the bridge
Original river bridge across Shoshone River near my boyhood home. The bridge was constructed from original railroad bridges. The bridge was one-way. In the summer, my sister Elizabeth and I climbed down on the middle pier and fished for suckers. We never caught any. Neighborhood daredevils climbed to the top of the bridge and walked along the beams. Not me.
The Half-Acre gym on the University of Wyoming campus in Laramie Wyoming was so-called because, at the time it was built, it was one of the biggest gymnasiums around. For at least one summer as I recall I was a student janitor at the Half-Acre gym. In the winter, I would go to work at ll:00 p.m. when intramurals were over and start my work with a six-foot wide dust mop to sweep the main gym floor. Then I vacuumed the wrestling mats in the wrestling room. Then I swabbed out the men's showers and locker room. With luck, I would be done by 1:00 a.m. Then I walked 15 blocks to downtown Laramie where I was a janitor at the telephone company. With luck, I would get home at 3:00 a.m. Some times the weather was well below zero and the sidewalks icy and treacherous. Then the next task was to get up for an 8:00 o'clock class. More than one instructor bawled me out in class for going to sleep. And that is how I worked my way through college by doing these and a couple of dozen other jobs when these ran out. And I didn't owe a penny when I graduated, either. But part of that result was due to getting married at Christmas of my senior year to a wife who had a job and could make the payments on her engagement ring. At least she didn't complain about it and she still has the ring and we are still married. In fact, she is starting to put a new 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle together just a few feet away from me. I still have a strong affection for the Half-Acre gym. And for my long-suffering wife.
The building on the right is the Wyoming Territorial Prison. The prison was converted to the University of Wyoming dairy facility where cows were milked from the University herd and where milk was processed. And that is where I helped milk the morning milk at 4:30 a.m. three days a week for one quarter when I was as freshman at the University of Wyoming.
This building was constructed by the LDS Church to house the Big Horn Academy, or "BHA" as it was known in its day. The LDS Church ran the school until the public school system succeeded the church-run school. My mother and her siblings went to school here. They left the farm in Penrose and traveled by horse and buggy to their lodgings in Cowley, returning home each weekend. I don't know the exact distance--maybe 10-15 miles? I remember my mother telling about pranksters who somehow got a cow up on the roof. Who knows?