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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 Double Date to the Dance - Saturday, October 27, 1962

The float didn't place. At first I was a little ashamed of it compared to the others but then I decided it stood a good chance for third place. The PCCs won with a very good float, "There's No Place Like Nome," OACs second, ACCs third. We also lost the soccer game to Tabor so I guess that means no national soccer tournament. Margie had invited Jay Pooley down from Omaha and he had his friend Dale H. (can never remember the last name - German) drive down in his white 1962 convertible. I went with him to the dance. After we left the dance we were going to go out for pizza with Judy and Wayne and Nancy and Bob but their car got lost, we got tired of following them, got lost ourselves, called Hawley to say we'd be later than our 2:00 hours, found out directions, but then got on the wrong road and were on our way to St. Joe before we finally found our way back at 2:30. About too much!! 

Working on the LLC Float - Friday, October 26, 1962

(Written later). Let's see if I can remember everything that has taken place this weekend. What a weekend. Almost too much. I got up at 6:00 to study religion with Kathy. The test was pretty hard. At 10:30 (we didn't have psych or French class) Nancy Arvard and I began taking chicken wire up to the Johnsons and rounding up supplies. Then my life saver Bob Lastick began helping and good old Roger  was lending me moral support and now at 12:00 AM the LLC float somewhat resembles our theme of "Tokyo - Old and New." The movie industry mural needs to be redone, but all in all it's been fun working on it though we didn't get the truck till 3:00, etc.

Received Permission to Get Chicken Wire - Thursday, October 25, 1962

I didn't do anything about the float today except to get the chicken wire from the library. Some of the other clubs are already working on their floats. But I have a religion test to pass before I can work on ours. If I have to stay up all night I'll pass that test. Oh dear, I've regressed to my old ways of only average college work. But at least I still have a chance to save myself with only A's and B's rather than C's - maybe. Peggy Peck and Bruce Clark are the homecoming queen and king, attendants, Connie Voss and Mel Blades and Carol Bucher and Bob Young.

"Cuban Crisis" Needs Interpreters - Wednesday, October 24, 1962

While I took a bath and brushed my teeth just now I was pleasantly entertained by two of the Chinese girls on our floor speaking in Chinese to each other. Language is yet another miracle of our world - and yet our "Cuban crisis" must be carried on by interpreters. I got a B on the soc test. The psych test was an essay question to write on our understanding of the scientific study of learning based on the different theories. I must be getting awfully tired. I wrote "new" where I meant "old" and "old" where I meant "new" on our float description and never even noticed it until Glenn Petrie called it to my attention.

Cuba Crisis is Still on Our Minds - Tuesday, October 23, 1962

We had an LLC meeting tonight with a good representation of the new members. The float seems well under control. Glenn and Edna presented the plans they have drawn up. We had speedball practice this afternoon from 4:00 to 5:00. We had a lot of fun. I can use what I learned in field hockey. The soc test wasn't too bad. Now I have to accumulate my facts for the psychology test. The Cuba crisis is still all you hear talked about. Everybody keeps saying, "Gee, if we have a war I won't have to take my _____ test" - but it's really not so funny.


President Kennedy: Soviet Missiles in Cuba - Monday, October 22, 1962

It's go, go, go. But at least I just finished an article on the Park College growth campaign so maybe Carol will let me live for another week. She still has my student teacher story, too. I read sociology in the library tonight. I have three tests this week. This continuous push gets old. A lot of us watched President Kennedy's speech to the nation at 5:00. Soviet missiles based in Cuba have become a matter of grave national concern. When he started saying, "And now by the power vested in me by the Constitution," we all thought he was declaring war, but he was only listing seven "preliminary measures." I just hope and pray.

Copley Staged Annual 2:00 AM Raid - Sunday, October 21, 1962

Last night Copley staged the traditional Hawley raid - the one that makes you think, "Oh no, another Hell Week!" when you first hear the noise at 2:00 a.m. Bev and I ran down to the lounge by way of the back stairs and were greeted by an emphatic "It's about time!" Then we noticed we were the first ones there, when we thought we were latecomers! We just stood there laughing with the eyes of Copley upon us. I was in my housecoat and still half asleep. I went to church this morning with Bev. This afternoon I added Vivien's religion notes to mine - Dr. Johnson talks so fast it's hard to get all he says. I went to Mrs. Neihart's organ recital.