**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.
The Kingston Trio Was at the Music Hall - Saturday, November 10, 1962
I have just seen The Kingston Trio in person! Some of the LLCs and other kids went in to the music hall tonight to hear them and another woman singer who was first on the program. The Trio was great: "The Man Who Never Returned," "Go Tell it on the Mountain," "Where Have All the Flowers Gone," "Oh When the Saints" and others. We played the OACs in speedball. This was one of our "off" days and we lost 13-0. But the new rules allow two points for each score. The game was late starting so that took care of the afternoon. After French class Dr. Hampl gave me some information for the Stylus. She said if she decided I should go to France with her next year she'd let me know!?!
An A on Psych Paper - Friday, November 9, 1962
Tonight I went to the 6:30 show with Bev. It was "The Light in the Piazza." Now I'm ready to study French since we have to go to class tomorrow rather than today. I got an A on my psych paper. I'm so glad. I really have a cold hearted roommate. Mom said last summer not to let her bother me. I don't but I think I could live with anything after this child! I'm awful saying this. It makes me look weak for having decided to live with her. Dr. Patton says to learn how to get the most out of what you have. He says some humor is important - that reminds me - Becky once shut a chicken in the door of the coop by its neck!
We Are Let into Mackay This Morning - Thursday, November 8, 1962
History has required a lot of time tonight. Dave Kennedy and I waded through part of it tonight in the library and finally both came to the conclusion that we weren't getting much out of it. I got up at 6:15 and went over to Mackay with my religion paper at 6:30. Sure enough, Mackay was locked. I just came back from trying the two west doors when Karen Benson came along with her religion paper, so we sat down for someone to come and unlock the door. Carlyn showed up, too, just before the custodians came and unlocked the door. Always something different at college! The LLCs lost to the ACCs.
Hearing Dr. Patton Talk in the Lounge - Wednesday, November 7, 1962
I just finished my outline. Now the problem is to get my religion paper to Dr. Johnson by 7:00 in the morning. I'll have to write home in the morning. This afternoon I proofread. There was a lot of news this week. Dr. Hampl has received the news of my religion grade - I hope they didn't send the grade slips home - I heard they weren't this year. I wrapped up the red half slip and sent it to Mom for her birthday. I listened to Dr. Patton for a while in the lounge tonight. Wish I could have stayed longer. You always feel so good after listening to him talk.
Listening to Election Returns - Tuesday, November 6, 1962
We are listening to the election returns. It doesn't seem like we're halfway between two presidential election years. Gee, I'll be 21 on Election Day! I worked most of my spare moments on Stylus news. Mom got my proofs back today (a miracle come true) so I was able to turn them in today when the people were here. It was hard making up my mind, but I finally agreed on the smiling side view. I've been workig on my outline of Mark, but since he gives us an extra night on papers without penalty, I think I'll take him up on it. Gee, the work ahead of me - and there're only about 45 days till we go home for Christmas.
Cake and a Phone Call For 20th Birthday - Monday, November 5, 1962
I have only ten minutes left of my birthday. It has been a different one - I guess you only turn 20 once in a lifetime! To begin with, after I did get to bed last night, I dreamed all night that I was going to go to bed at 5:00, and 5:00 came only a minute before the alarm went off and time to get up! The freshman girls have been real sweet about "the old lady" turning 20 and put up white paper streamers around my bed with their own greetings taped on them. Jean baked me a cake and we had a party in 314 tonight. Then Mary Ellen called - I thought it would be the folks - so it was a real surprise and good to talk to her.
Alfalfa Point and Falling Springs - Sunday, November 4, 1962
It is the eve of my 20th birthday. I can't think of any great philosophical gems to record either. This afternoon I went with Bev and Jean to show them Alfalfa Point and Falling Springs. There wasn't much water running today. And they have made the foot path into a lane which sort of spoils the seclusiveness of the place. Tonight I went to Vespers. There was only a handful there. I went with Chris, and then we went to the Stephens open house. I've been writing my psychology paper. I have to finish typing it now and finish reading history.
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