A Coloring Book and Crayons - Saturday, January 4, 1964

We went to town this afternoon to wash and shop. I got a gray pleated skirt, a new pair of black flats, and a new blue pin bonnet. Up at Griggs's I bought a coloring book and crayons, just for the fun of it, to take back to Stephens. Oh, yes, some erasable bond paper in Washington, too, in case I get around to typing my essay. Dr. Smith's secretary called me this morning to say my glasses hadn't come yet so I wasn't able to get those. They'll have to mail them to me. Virginia cut my hair a little tonight. Mom got Vivien and Charlie a set of six little party knives from the family. They'll like them - a good match for their Dansk.

Cookies, Candy and Popcorn Balls - Friday, January 3, 1964

The girls in Grandma's Sunday School class went out there this afternoon to make cookies, candy and popcorn balls for a children's home and the Veterans Hospital. Then Mom (Daddy stayed home since he felt as if he was getting the flu), Peters, Booths, Johnsons and Florence came out for a "Recognition Day" supper for Betty, Phyllis and me. I'm still bothered by my cold. I just haven't been doing much of anything these last few days. I guess it's okay - I guess I'm supposed to be relaxing. I do get pretty wound up sometimes - like when I'm trying to finish a resource unit outline.

Such a Pretty Diary - Thursday, January 2, 1964

This is such a pretty diary. I'll have the urge to say so every night until I write it, so I might as well do so tonight. I didn't do much today except nurse my cold and sneezes. It's a good thing I didn't have this cold during the wedding, and I hope it's over by the time I get back to school. I saw in the latest Stylus that a two weeks' trip to Mexico is being offered for the best Park College student's paper on "What I Can Do to Make Park College More Cosmopolitan," so I'm trying my luck. I've written one draft, but I don't know where I'll go from there. Mom has gone to a  ceramics class at Isabelle's.

A Lot of Diary Pages - Wednesday, January 1, 1964

It's always fun to begin a new diary, just as it is to finish each one the previous night, at the beginning and end of a year. I've written a lot of diary pages; but the speed at which one is completed is unbelievable - a diary, that is (and the corresponding year). This was a leisurely New Year's Day. Aside from taking down the church Christmas tree and watching the parades and games, we did little else. Illinois beat Washington in the Rose Bowl and Texas beat Navy in the Cotton Bowl, Virginia went to the Escorts dance in Washington tonight and then will go to Bonnie's for a slumber party. Phyllis went to the dance with Betty. Ann says to record that she is reading a book. A terrible cold finally caught up with me.

A Tremendously Interesting Year - December 31, 1963

1963 will soon be over - in 20 more minutes. With a few exceptions, it has been a most wonderful and tremendously interesting year. So many nice things have happened to me and I've done so much. It's always interesting to recall past New Year's Eves. This was a quiet one - I spent it reading Phyllis's and my letters home for this trimester. Phyllis and I went to town this morning. Dr. Smith decided to get my glasses changed somehow since my eyelashes were rubbing against the lenses. Phyllis got her hair trimmed and set. I bought a new winter coat, $40, on sale for $21, at Wards. It looks as good as any other I've seen - blue, nice lines, with a gray "mink" removable collar. It seems such a short time ago that I began this diary. I can't believe the speed of Father Time, who's just about to make another "new" appearance.

Right on Schedule - Monday, December 30, 1963

My train got to Fairfield right on schedule. It really must have been the first time in history. Beginning at 3:30 there was an eclipse of the moon. I looked out once. My grades came today: teaching of reading, A-; theory and technique, B+; personality, C+; social problems, C+; psychological statistics, C; and physiological psychology, D. That's bad, but at least I didn't flunk it. That course! I got a letter from Fred. He is a good letter writer. Betty drove and we girls went to Iowa City with her, and Mom took Orlena, Florence and Mrs. Woodford to the ceramics shop. I looked for a winter coat but didn't find any I liked. I called Mrs. MacDonald. Tonight Mom, Grandma, Marion and I went to Rubio to a shower for Carole Jungbluth Bishop.

Hawks and Meadowlarks - Sunday, December 29, 1963

Dr. Nix and his brother-in-law drove me to Stillwell this afternoon to the train. The 2:00 train was 40 minutes late. As it was, I wondered if we'd ever get there "by 2:00" - I didn't know the exact scheduled time, although I hoped Mr. Nix did - since the two of them - bird watchers - had to slow down to look at every hawk and meadowlark we passed. We drove through the Cookson Hills. I saw more of the Ozarks on the train. We went through Arkansas, Missouri, Kansas and back to Missouri. We went through Neosho (Gloria and her mother had driven over for the wedding). Evelyn had told me to look for the pink house where they used to live in Pittsburg, Kansas, but it was dark when we got there. We got to Kansas City at 8:30, a nice amount of time to make the connection with the train to Fairfield. For the first time in history it was leaving on time so I put through the fastest long distance call in history and ran to catch it.