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.
Met New Manager of Dime Stoore - Thursday, July 11, 1963
We had the club ice cream supper tonight. Connie Bombei, Phyllis and I (along with various others) played badminton and looked at my scrapbook, photograph album and yearbook from Park. I finally saw David Vanderbilt and got a chance to ask him about his trip to the Grand Prix auto races in Garnett, Kansas last weekend. He was at some plays at KU, the Liberty Memorial, and the Country Club Plaza. He's the new dime store manager - real nice - used to work at the store in Kansas City, Kansas. I didn't have much luck getting local news items today. I've got a new feature promised - a glass blower.
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I like the club ice cream supper. Reminds me of going to the Lions Club ice cream socials at the West Chester school when I was a kid. I'm guessing this is different -- like a social supper club? Love the Plaza reference too.
Hilary, my mom belonged to the So and Sews neighborhood club for farm wives. Once each summer they spent an afternoon churning homemade ice cream, went home to change clothes, and returned with their families and a cake or pie. They didn't have any other food. I don't know why they called it the ice cream supper.
How fun. Love the club name!
It was a fun night - I can remember people usually stayed quite late sitting out in the hostess's yard, the women on one side and men on another while the kids played or talked.
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