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.
Mushrooms for Supper - Thursday, May 11, 1961
We started the day off by going out to Bady's timber to hunt mushrooms. Mom found three, Phyl two, and I one, and then Ann brought twenty home from Lampe's, so we had them for supper. I can't think of a satisfactory theme (one page limit) to write and apply transition appraisal to. I wrote one but don't like it very much. Everyone is giving away name cards. I never saw it done so much before. I still like mine (plain $1.35 ones) about the best of any I've seen.
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Were the mushrooms morels? My late aunt lived in Fairfield and later in Iowa City. One time we visited her (we lived in Kansas and Arkansas for a while so it was just a few hours drive) and she had gathered morels in the woods. It's the only time I ever had them fresh-were they good!
Alana
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Yes, they were morels. People go to great lengths to find them, as your recall, in the woods. Our favorite way to cook them was to dip them in flour and fry them in butter.
Alana, I am touched that you have added my blog to your blogroll on your beautiful blog.
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