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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.

Back to Park Sooner Than Thought - Wednesday, Augus 14, 1963

I really hit the jackpot for mail today. And it looks like I'll be going back to Park sooner than I thought. Karen Lewis wanted to know if I could be there Friday to make plans for the yearbook, and Flo wondered if I could be there Saturday to help with LLC rush. She sent along the letter Roger had sent her. Procter and Gamble has too many requests so doesn't give out free samples. I also heard from Barb Page. It seems like I've really been busy at the Journal this week. I haven't even gotten the "10-20-30-40 Years Ago" column done. I got a loden green V-neck pullover to replace my worn out one, and another white blouse.

Visited with Dave on Way to Work - Tuesday, August 13, 1963

It really felt like fall today. I saw Dave on the way to work this morning. In answer to "how are you?" he said, "cold," and then added, "no, not really." Last week he had said he was "hot." I commented on the nice fall morning. Charles wasn't there today. I never believed he would actually take some time off. Bob did a swell job acting as editor. I went bike riding with the kids tonight. I bought a new flannel nightgown and a pretty pair of red pants trimmed in white lace. Phyllis and I went to the dentist this afternoon. Neither of us needed any fillings.

Met Iowa Attorney General Hultman - Monday, August 12, 1963

I've just finished writing to Evelyn. She's going to be a great roommate. I have a feeling we might be more alike than we may know. Even though it has been a fabulous summer, I can't wait to get back to Park. Mom and the girls were in town this morning. Several of the clerks asked different ones of them if I was their sister or daughter, and then Cheryl and Jan told me they had sold "your sister" things. ("Which one?") "The one with the size 4 1/2 feet"- a pair of shoes, and "the one that looks like you" - a swimming cap. Margie sent me a postcard. She saw Dr. Hauptmann vacationing in Wisconsin. I shook hands with the Iowa Attorney General Evan Hultman when Mr. Everetts brought him to the Journal office this morning. The folks and Phyllis have already met him.

Visited Robert's Chapel Cemetery - Sunday, August 11, 1963

I've spent the afternoon and evening writing letters, both business and personal. I wrote to an Avon representative and Procter and Gamble about rush week favors and to Dr. Pai to see if I could have Mr. Carey for my advisor rather than Dr. Frizzle, to whom he said I had been assigned. We went in to the Dog 'N Suds for supper and then sat and listened to part of the union church service. However, we couldn't hear much so we came home. We watched meteorites in the northeast last night. It's kind of cloudy tonight. This afternoon we went to look at the 1850s-1906 gravestones, foundation remains and prairie grass of Robert's Chapel cemetery about a mile east of Grandma's - very interesting.

Patrick Bouvier Kennedy Died Yesterday - Saturday, August 10, 1963

For the record: President Kennedy's 39-hour-old son, Patrick Bouvier Kennedy, born five and a half weeks prematurely, died early Friday morning - I neglected to mention anything before. I did not accomplish much this afternoon. I wasn't in the mood for sewing, but I'm going to have to hurry to get that in. I finally got a letter written to Margie. Evelyn has been going with Jim Hurst this summer. (I had used "detective work" to figure it out from the little she and Margie had said.)

A Cartridge Pen for 77 Cents - Friday, August 9, 1963

I like my new pen, a Scripto cartridge. I wonder why! Mr. Vanderbilt sold it to me for 77 cents (already on sale for 98 cents) since he's going to lower the price to that next week and didn't want me to get mad at him! That was sweet of him. He also gave me a local news item about going to a managers' meeting in Dayton, Ohio. I bought a pair of black pointed shoes, and Phyl also "repainted" a pair of my white flats red with some of the new shoe coloring that is out now. Both pairs are real classy. Both Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Woodford were in the newsroom at the same time. We were going to take over. Leets left today. I mowed grass tonight.

Saw Winning 4-H Demonstration - Thursday, August 8, 1963

The club supper was tonight in the park. I went to the fair after work. I got in on the last two performances in the talent show (Top 20 and Rhythmettes). Then I saw the last two 4-H demonstrations. Gretchen Miksch's individual, related subject (both something new) demonstration on physical fitness was very good, and she won, so she can give it at the state fair. Then I went to the pool for a dip before going to the park. I helped June get the drinks ready, and by that time the rest of the people were arriving.