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~ 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.

Burned Nearly 1000 Letters - Monday, July 2, 1962

Today I continued going through my stuff and this evening spent two hours going through most of it for the last time as I burned old letters and papers. I've had nearly 1000 letters (more than 890 from pen pals) that I'd always kept, but now they are carbon. Ann has Sheryl and Darlene home with her for a going away party for Sheryl who is moving to California.

4 comments:

Ron said...

Do you think any of those would be interesting today? I am not a keeper of stuff and often regret that I'm not.

Barbara McDowell Whitt said...

Probably not. Eventually I kept only a very few of Mrs. Cowan's letters.

Mary Aalgaard said...

That was my question, too. If you regretted burning them.

Barbara McDowell Whitt said...

Hi Mary,
I had kept the letters for many years and had not looked at them in all that time. I don't recall feeling remorse. As I recall, they no longer held meaning for me. Thanks for asking.