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.
Daddy is Home from the Hospitals - Wednesday, May 24, 1961
Daddy got to come home tonight. He's sleeping in my bed and I'm currently standing at Virginia and Ann's dresser writing this. Grandma McDowell and I went in to Washington's commencement tonight. It was real nice. Grandma Kay, Mom and Phyllis went up to see Daddy and brought him home. Virginia and Ann went to the junior high party. This afternoon Grandma Kay and I went to town. I got my driver's license replaced since my purse got stolen at commencement. I also bought talcum powder for Jerolyn and Mary Ellen and dark gingham. I ranked fourth in our class of 59, grade point average 94.3, Ross, 95.3, Linda 95.4, Shirley 96.2.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Wow, Barb, I feel like I need to congratulate you even though it was years ago! Congratulations! I can't believe you had your purse stolen at graduation.
Thank you, Ron. Some of the girls in our class went to our lockers following the graduation ceremony and discovered that a person or people had taken our purses. I was happy to see that I didn't mention it in my diary the night I wrote about commencement.
Post a Comment