About the diary writer
- Barbara McDowell Whitt
- Kansas City, Missouri, Alexandria, Virginia, United States
- ~ About: A 1961-65 Park College Diary ~ As a high school girl and then a college coed in the first half of the 1960s, I wrote nightly entries on the pages of one-year diaries. In January 2010 I began transcribing the entries into a blog and gave each one a title. I grew up on three farms within 30 miles of Iowa City and the University of Iowa with its Iowa Writers' Workshop. As the oldest of four daughters, in my diaries I sometimes referred to my sisters as "the kids" or "the girls." We helped our parents, but we also had good, wholesome fun - a characteristic I took with me to Park. Park is 300 miles southwest of West Chester, Iowa, in Parkville, Missouri, on the Missouri River 10 miles northwest of Kansas City, Missouri, and across the river from Kansas City, Kansas. In 2000 Park College became Park University. Today Park's flagship campus is in Parkville and there are an additional 41 campus centers across the nation. Park was one of the first educational institutions in the United States to offer online learning. My last post was on May 22, 2018. I may be followed on Twitter @BarbaraMcDWhitt.
Hiking on the Creek - Sunday, February 14, 1960
Only about twice all day did I remember this was Valentine's Day. We came home without staying for church since Daddy had chores to finish. Peggy and Keith were there for Sunday School. We brought their kids home while they went to the Methodist Church. We had them and Cuddebacks come for dinner. Grandma and Grandpa were sick still. We kids hiked on the creek.
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4 comments:
Neat -- a big family meal on a Sunday sounds nice. Wonder if it was still very snowy at the creek?
Good question--I'm thinking it was. It was nice that we had our relatives in our vicinity that we would get together with for a meal, often on Sundays after church.
Barb,
I was always so impressed that your dad did not work on Sunday. I never knew if it was an obligation thing or a church thing. But I always thought that it was simply what he did; it was time for family and time for rest. Of course, the chores never waited.
It was part of their Scotch Presbyterian heritage that my grandfather and father chose not to do work in their fields on Sundays. As you said, the chores still needed to be done on "the day of rest."
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