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.
More Clothes for College - Wednesday, August 16, 1961
Today I put the soil samples I have in the containers. I had just 25 - more than I thought. A few are skimpy but that adds variety. I got another letter (form) from a Park girl about another of the five brother-sister clubs. Mom ordered me a magenta dress that I like, a longline bra, and a basket purse from Lana Lobell. I'll need hats and gloves for college. I think we had thought of everything I'll need, but some things we weren't sure about. We took our last piano lessons. I took the book, Iowa Outpost, all about Grace Hill, including Sheryl Vodicka's house, down to Sheryl.
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Gosh Barb, I am getting kind of sad about the upcoming event of heading off to college. I think it is remembering it as a parent and not as a student.
I felt a little sad for just a few moments when my parents and sisters left me at Hawley Hall and drove off without me. I experienced the same feeling for just a few moments when we left each of our daughters at Deglman Hall.
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