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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 Piece of a Log for Teresa'a Brother - Saturday, December 2, 1961

Some of us are here holding down the Saturday night dorm front. Gee, these fast weeks! I can't get over it. I spent a lot of the day taking notes on my art reading. I helped Ann DuBois make a batch of cookie dough for Christmas cookies for the Dearing party tomorrow night. We didn't have speech class (third week in a row on Saturday) because the Meetin' House was locked. This afternoon Teresa took me over across the little brook below Hawley to an old tree log that has rocks grown into it. We brought back a piece that she wants to send to her brother in New York.

A B+ on the Examples Section of the Iliad Test - Friday, December 1, 1961

Judy Xelowski, Carolyn Frobig and I went swimming tonight. I slipped and sat down just as we were leaving and got a red mark on my hip. This afternoon I did my washing, my French for Tuesday (we have a test on Monday) and started taking notes on art. Gee, here it is December 1st. I'm going to have to start making a list of things to take home. I got a B+ on the examples and a C on the essay of the Iliad world lit test. I didn't get bio studied as well as I wanted to last night with several kids borrowing my lecture notes. 1961 is so nearly over. I've never seen a faster year.

Typed Philosophy Paper for Tissues - Thursday, November 30, 1961

I have vowed to pass art appreciation if it kills me. I have the two chapters read ahead of time for once, and now I have a week rather than an hour to study it. If only I hadn't flunked that one test. I typed Vivien's philosophy paper for her this afternoon. She offered to buy the next box of tissues (my turn) for doing so. That will be great as I'm skimped (and deserve to be) for cash. I wrote a letter to Esteps. Now to study for the bio test and do something fabulous like come out with a 100. Phyllis sent me some news from home including: Karen Stromley and Duane Goodwin are married, Gerry Augustine and Larry Delong and Carol Laubach and Dave Delong are engaged.

Looked for Book by Benjamin Fairless - Wednesday, November 29, 1961

I didn't get a whole lot done today. I slept till 10:00. Then I wrote a letter home, went to dinner, and wrote to Mrs. Kephart and by that time it was 3:00. I went downtown to see if the Platte County Library had a copy of Benjamin Fairless' book. They didn't so I guess I'll get that speech ready during Christmas vacation. Sharon Fritts went down with me since she was on the way to the chapel for her lesson, and Mr. Robbins' funeral wasn't over yet. They got a note at home saying I had a D- mid-term grade in art. I thought it was a D. I guess Daddy just said "Huh" and didn't act worried. If it's the last thing I do I'll lick that course. Vivien's doing her philosophy paper. I have pains in my chest.

Merry Lee's Mother Had a Heart Attack - Tuesday, November 28, 1961

It's time to go to bed. Are we lucky! There are no classes tomorrow because of the funeral for the head of the math department. Merry Lee is flying home tomorrow because she got a phone call tonight that her mother had a heart attack and is very sick. I got a B on my speech about a major in English. I got favorable constructive criticisms - I mean they were able to say what I did wrong constructively and not just generally like for some. Gee, I got 66 for C+ on that art test. Linda Lehman and I stayed to talk to him after class and he said we'd see about a C for me if I make 80s on the last two tests. I will. Some of us went to a music department recital.

Parkville's Christmas Decorations Are Up - Monday, November 27, 1961

Barb Page and Kathy Olson have both been in about French and I've spent two hours on it myself. What if I flunked out of college? Currently I'm on a happy-go-lucky "don't sweat it" splurge but it will probably end. I don't like to worry about my grades if I can possibly help it. I got "yelled at" in gym - "Young lady, don't lift your back foot when you lunge!" and she lifts hers head high in "imitating." I wrote a letter to the youth fellowship. I went down to Parkville with Vivien. Christmas decorations are up. A house meeting has just been called.

Exploring Mackay's Clockworks - Sunday, November 26, 1961

This afternoon Flo and I walked down to the Missouri River and sat on a log by the edge of the water. It's just a short distance out a mud road through a corn field from the edge of Parkville. The people who keep the Parkville city dump live out that way and they have some cute Beagle pups and chickens running around. Then Flo and I explored the clockworks of Mackay. We found our way up a rickety old ladder and found old pictures (including the class of 1902) up there among old broken boards and chairs. We got up there by going through a door in the back of a third floor room. Tonight some of us went to youth fellowship. Midway through we were handed a note that said "Salvation Army try outs, be quiet!" We had a good sermon today by Dr. R.M. Trelease of St. Paul's Episcopal.