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.
A Deep and Drifting Snow Since Morning - Friday, January 5, 1962
Brother, what weather now! It began snowing this morning and it's really deep now. It's drifting a lot, too. It doesn't seem like I got a whole lot done today. I washed two weeks' accumulation of laundry and even got my ironing done. Judy Xelowski (can't begin to spell her name!) and I went to the library for a little while tonight. Tonight I've had a discussion with Marge and then went to Nancy's room for a gab session. Maybe later I'll feel more settled down about what Marge and I were talking about. Right now I'm tired.
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Do you have any memory of what you and Marge were talking about?
As I read this I was taken back to my freshman year, and girls piled into my and my roommate's dorm room just gabbing about stuff.
I am curious as to what you and Marge were talking about!?!
Gosh, I'm really curious now too!
Suzanne, Cecelia, and Ron, that conversation is no longer in my memory bank, so it must not have been too earth shattering!
Cecelia, as I thought back to those gab sessions, I had a mental picture of Nancy, in one of our gab sessions or floor meetings, sitting in her white flannel pajamas with small red flowers, her back against a wall of her room, her knees tucked under her chin.
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