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.
First Orchid for a Last Date - Friday, March 20, 1964
I've just said "goodbye" to one of the nicest boys I've ever known. Fred and I had a wonderful time at the Inter-Club Council dance at Mirror Lake Country Club. But we don't plan to go with each other from now on. I'm afraid I'm going to miss him, but it will be better this way. Club royalty this year were Dee Morrow and Steve Shugart, ACC; Pam Wright and Archie Font, LEC; Flo and Wayne, LLC; Karen Garner (again) and Dick Peeke, OAC; and Nancy Rohlfing and Terry Brown, PCC. Bonnie and I and some of the freshmen went out to decorate for the "Emerald Isle" theme this afternoon. Fred gave me a beautiful orchid - my first.
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2 comments:
Sounded like a very mature split up
Bill commented on the wonderful time, that I was going to miss him, and the orchid.
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