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.
Grandpa's Overalls - Wednesday, March 29, 1961
I thank my lucky stars that tomorrow is the last day of school this week except for the science fair on Friday. I stayed after school to practice for the Quill and Scroll initiation tomorrow night. I'll be doing good to hold my eyes open by then. I had Marvin let me off the bus at Grandma's, but since I didn't have my chores clothes I didn't do anything but pack eggs. I did have Grandpa's overalls on but decided I looked like a tramp. We had choir practice and youth fellowship tonight. The paper staff stapled the papers second period.
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Now that must have been a sight - you with Grandpa's overalls on over your school clothes gathering and sorting eggs.
I have a long held memory of my egg sorting that evening. I remember feeling totally exhausted from school pressures while I sorted the eggs. We had let them pile up in the gathering pails since Grandma usually took care of the eggs. As you know, in those days we always had to make sure the small end of each egg pointed down in the packing crate.
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