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.
Washing and Waxing Fire Trucks - Saturday, February 22, 1964
Margaret Brisch had called Evelyn this afternoon to babysit this evening, but then Evelyn's sore throat got to bothering her so I went for the three hours since Fred wanted to study art for a test Tuesday. Fred and I helped wash and wax fire trucks this afternoon as did Evelyn. Jim's on the volunteer fire department. Just as I had thought things were a little better concerning Fred, I felt ill and the world turned circles when I found out from Judy Cox and Margie the reason Fred's father died - he committed suicide due to poor health, it seems.
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Was that at the fire house right across from Park? Sounds like a fun activity!
Yes, that was the fire house. I don't remember helping with the washing and waxing. My diary transcribing has been a journey of things remembered, things forgotten.
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