**nightly entries written by a coming-of-age girl who became a woman from Washington County Iowa**
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.
Mom Hosted Club Surprise Breakfast - Friday, June 22, 1962
This morning Marge and I went fishing in Cuddebacks' pond. She caught four, Jim two, and I got one. Kenneth and a man who's going to live at their other farm came down just after Marge and I got there and asked if we had our licenses - a moment's scare. Mom had a club surprise breakfast this morning. We made hay this .afternoon.
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Was the license thing a joke? It was private property, yes?
And what is a surprise breakfast?!
Yep. Uncle Kenneth Cuddeback and the other man were joking with us although technically we should have received Kenneth's permission to fish in the farm pond even if we didn't need a license to do so.
Mom's social club, the So and Sews, had a surprise breakfast every summer. The hostess usually held it on a day of her choosing and asked a few members to serve as drivers for the unsuspecting others who were supposed to drop everything and go without so much as combing their hair or doing anything about their attire.
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