**nightly entries written by a coming-of-age girl who became a woman from Washington County Iowa**
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.
Eisenhower's Very Nice Welcome - Tuesday, July 26, 1960
President Eisenhower has just received a very nice welcome at the Rebublican National Convention. It is a much more orderly convention than the Democratic one. I spent a long time this afternoon out on a blanket in the yard. The kids were lying down, too. Ann had her last swimming lesson this morning. They made up for the Fourth of July.
Lincoln 100th Anniversary Convention - Monday, July 25, 1960
I got up at 7:00 (early for me--in summer) to watch an introductory mathematics program on WMT. It's for prospective college science and math students. I don't know if I'll send for the $2.00 accompanying literature or not. Charles Ralston and a Mr. Eyestone looked at our house. They're going to take the front porch off, replace some windows, fix the chimney and roof. The Republican NationalConvention began in Chicago-- the 100th anniversary of the Lincoln convention.
"Play Your Hunch" - Sunday, July 24, 1960
This was Gary Reif's last Sunday of preaching here. He's been a good speaker and well listened to for still going to school. We aren't having church here next Sunday. We kids played "Play Your Hunch" this afternoon. Mrs. Morrow and the three little girls walked over. It's hot still. We've had our hottest days this summer in the last week.
Eyelets and Button Holes - Saturday, July 23, 1960
I got a post card from Marilyn. They're south of Daytona Beach. I don't suppose they'll bump in to the Holeceks (in the Everglades). I was going to send the belt I made to Aunt Patty to have her put the eyelets in, but Grandma has a kit. I'm ready for the button holes. Virginia and Ann went swimming with Denise. It rained as we were finishing chores. Daddy had to quit combining.
Dress Hemming - Friday, July 22, 1960
I hemmed up my dress and also put the hem up in a print dress Mom gave me. She never wore it because it's too near like another one she has. I finished writing the information about the colleges. I must decide where to go. I finally got a letter from Patty Holecek--she's in Florida. She sure wants to see me this summer!
Combining Oats - Thursday, July 21, 1960
It is still hot. They started combining oats. This afternoon Mom helped serve refreshments at social circle. Virginia and Ann went along. I began writing down the accreditations, enrollment and work programs of all the colleges. I've heard from all of them now. I have the zipper in my dress.
Chocolate Rabbit is Melting - Wednesday, July 20, 1960
For the first time, the chocolate rabbit that I've had on my desk since Easter has started to melt! And I'm not supposed to eat chocolate! We went swimming and Mom washed. I was going to have Marilyn stay all night, but according to the neighbor boy, they left for Florida Friday. I rode Duke again with Phyllis.
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