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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.

Daddy Helped with Iowa Primary Election Day - Monday, June 4, 1962

One day of Bible School down and four to go. I'm helping Marion with the first graders at the Methodist Church. Tonight I wrote to Mrs. Cowan and my "Little Sister," Faye Borgia from Bay Village, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland. I'll have to call her when we go to Cleveland. Today was election day - Iowa Primary. Daddy was helping with it most of the day.

Will Help with Gifts at Jerolyn's Wedding - Sunday, June 3, 1962

Cuddebacks were up this afternoon for Marion to give me some things for Bible School. I made a wooden spoon puppet and two diorama backgrounds and read my lesson for Tuesday afternoon. Yesterday Jerolyn called and wanted me to help with the gifts at her wedding June 30th. It was a cold rainy day today. I'm out of energy. Hope I have some enthusiasm for the coming week. It couldn't be that being a janitor was too hard on me after a year of rigorous college life?!?

A Baby Owl Sits and Stares - Saturday, June 2, 1962

For the first and second days of June it has sure been cold. I didn't get around to putting away any more of my things, and on top of that the clothes rod broke and Phyl's and my clothes fell to the floor. We girls and Denise walked down to the culvert but we lost interest and came right back. She brought in a baby hoot owl tonight. The way it sat and stared was so cute.

Two National News Events in Our Area - Friday, June 1, 1962

Home again! Summer is the best time, I've decided. I feel now like old times but I felt more like a visitor during Christmas and spring vacations. We got home about 1:30. I've been doing most of my unpacking. Our area had national news events twice within the last week. There was a plane crash near Centerville that killed 45 people with pieces of debris being found as far north as Cedar Rapids. The Fishers found a picture of a Chicago family on their farm. And there was a murder of five people near Hedrick. The killer has been found - reports were he was being searched for in barns around West Chester.

Family Met Vivien and Charlie - Thursday, May 31, 1962

The family got me about 7:00 tonight and now we're back in the same motel we stayed in when they brought me down last fall. What a year it's been. Almost everyone that was leaving before Sunday left yesterday or before. Gloria and I made beds and cleaned rooms all day. I made $16.00 in three days - almost half as much as I normally make in a month. They almost missed seeing Vivien. Phyllis just happened to see her - from description and picture only - sitting on the chapel stairs with Charlie, so we turned around and stopped for a minute.

Getting Ready for Alumni Weekend - Wednesday, May 30, 1962

The campus is about deserted. Almost everyone left today. Karen Bentson and I are spending our "solitary confinement" in 401 - that's the way we feel. I worked here today for seven and a half hours - I washed windows, swept the storage closet, side entrance and lounge, dusted, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned doors - using gasoline to clean off left over "Merry Christmases," knocked a lamp over while cleaning the lounge but caught it in midair (!), helped Betsy Franklin, also a "janitoress," clean rooms and make beds for Alumni Weekend. Second floor is no more with almost everyone either gone or moved up to fourth. Wish I hadn't packed my ink.

Moving to the Fourth Floor - Tuesday, May 29, 1962

When you put yourself to it you can do a lot in a day. Everyone who is staying past tomorrow has to move to the fourth floor so Alumni can have our rooms [for Alumni Weekend]. I moved everything of mine up to fourth and down to the trunk room. Just had time out for a chocolate pudding cake party in Regina's room. This afternoon I was on my way to the library when I found a note in my box for janitor work. I worked in Stephens this afternoon mopping the hall floor and cleaning the lounge. The music test wasn't too bad.