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.
Semester Tests - Wednesday, January 11, 1961
I should have said last night that Ann cleaned my room up, but I'll give her credit first thing tonight. I had the best French test paper in the class--thank heavens. I hope I've maintained an A for the semester. Our government test sounds wowee! After much discussion and debate, he finally decided to give us two of Friday's questions for advance preparation. I must get my declam piece learned!! Gee, I've only got two more scheduled practices before contest! Mom is at Lodge "for the last time". She's been wanting out for ages.
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What was Lodge?
It was an organization called the Pythian Sisters that Mom got roped in to belonging to on top of everything else she was doing. They met on the top floor of the Lodge Hall. She had to wear a white dress so she made one. She wasn't supposed to say anything about what thy did.
I remember those organizations. They were always mysterious, usually for the community good, but rather odd, I thought. My mom belonged to one that was called by its acronym. The real name was a secret! What do you think that idea of secrecy was all about?!
It just seems to be a characteristic that sets them apart from other groups. When Bill and I toured the Masonic Temple in Alexandria, VA (President Washington was one of its first members) our tour guide called our attention to many things that were shrouded in secrecy.
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