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.
An Approaching Thunderstorm - Saturday, July 2, 1960
It seems like I wake up later and later - 10:30 this morning, I think. I cut off and hemmed up the yellow curtains for the bathroom, ironed the kitchen curtains, and mowed most of the yard - Phyllis had mowed my part. I washed my hair. I think I hear a thunderstorm approaching. They have most of the cultivating done and have mowed some hay. They also replanted some beans and corn this week.
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I can't think of a sweeter smell than newly cut hay on a cool summer evening out in the country. Replanting sounded like trouble.
On July 1 two days ago Bill said he liked the grass growing around the American Indian statue near Winsteads on the Plaza. I pointed to a clump of clover and mentioned that it brought back memories of helping make hay into bales on hot summer days. I had not yet read my July 2, 1960 diary page.
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