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~ 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.

A White Christmas - Saturday, December 24, 1960

Since Christmas is on Sunday this year we decided to open our presents on Christmas eve. It's kind of nice for a change. From Mom and Dad I got: a black cardigan, slip, hose, slippers, pajamas, Phyl and I the book, Between You, Me and the Gate Post  by Pat Boone, from Phyl stationery, Virginia a "Don't Just Sit There--Worry" pillow, Ann a desk set, Grandma Kay, skirt material, Schwartzes an autograph hound. I gave Mom serving dishes, Daddy brush and comb, both card table cover, Phyl pillow, Virginia change purse, and Ann little travel bag and film. We're going to have a white Christmas. 

Negro Suffrage - Friday, December 23, 1960

We went to town this afternoon to finish up our Christmas shopping. After I got Ann's present I copied from a book on Negro suffrage while Mom was at the Laundromat so Phyllis could take the book back to the library. It was just as good to to do that, as I think it was the best for my cold rather than being outside. I wrapped up my Christmas presents for the family tonight. One day down and one to go! It's almost Christmas.

Out the Gym Door - Thursday, December 22, 1960

School was officially out for Christmas vacation after our dismissal following (wow!) the assembly. I was the very first student out the gym door. The French class sang three carols. This was dress-up day. Phyllis and I went to the roller skating rink in Wellman for the Christmas party since Helen Birkey and Linda Scott were going to be there. It was kind of a flop and the place was so cold we could have ice skated. I got another A on a government test.

Thespian Society - Wednesday, December 21, 1960

I went back to school today--although I about missed the bus in so doing. I think it was a good time to miss. We practiced for the assembly seventh period--French class, Spanish classes, and mixed chorus are singing. We had class meetings first period, so that meant no chemistry again today. It's cold. I finished (finally) my penpals' Christmas cards. We decorated the tree that Mom brought home from school. I'm a new member of the National Thespian Society.

Christmas Cards with Horses Picture - Tuesday, December 20, 1960

That egg taste turned into a slight case of "flu", or the same symptoms, so I stayed home from school today. I really don't think I could have missed out on too much, subject wise. Our Cristmas cards of us and the horses finally came. It sure was about time! I slept till noon, didn't get up till almost 2:00, then read government till they got home. I had Phyllis pay me back for chores. She wasn't too happy about it.

Park College Receives Application - Monday, December 19, 1960

Tonight was the high school Christmas concert. I played the baritone for our two band numbers. I'm tasting eggs again from our potato salad at noon. Well, Park College "has received" my application. It is snowing tonight, our very first of the season. When the girls over there found out after the concert, they squealed as though it was Texas. I brought the West Chester copies of the paper over tonight. It looks nice.

Prom Was a Flop - Sunday, December 18, 1960

Tonight was the Christmas program at the church. I read the Christmas story from the Bible. Today in church Phyllis, Virginia, and I played our horns instead of the choir singing. I guess the prom last night could be termed "a flop." Something about no entertainment and everyone leaving too soon. Yesterday morning when I planned to sleep, I couldn't, but now I'm "dead" again.