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.
Did Well on Arithmetic, Geography Tests - Tuesday, April 21, 1964
I feel quite confident that I did the best possible on the arithmetic and geography tests. I should be assured of at least a B for each course. This afternoon I brought my suitcases and trunks down from the attic and went down to Parkville to get some boxes so I could get started packing. After supper Evelyn went with me down to the laundromat to dry clean my winter clothes. The first load took 45 minutes, but it got stuck on the second load and went for two hours. On our way down, the fire whistle blew when we were across from the fire station and then Jim appeared out of nowhere. He had been getting advertising in one of the stores.
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I enjoy living close to Parkville now. I love thinking of your stories when I am there - the fire station is a spot that always makes me think of your college years now!
Suzanne, since you had asked after the post where I wrote about helping clean the fire trucks, if it was at the station across the street from Park, I thought about you when I read last night's entry saying Evelyn and I were across from the fire station when the siren sounded.
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