**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.
Nic Wants to Go to Africa for the Peace Corps - Thursday, July 9, 1964
We went to the So and Sews ice cream social at Grandma's tonight. That is another thing that always makes a year seem fast. We had a good time talking with the Bombei girls. I found an article on Africa that Nic might like - I read his reason for wanting to go to Africa for the Peace Corps that he's also going to use in his guest Et Cetera column that Oneita's letting him do. I saw Ben Pryor today and he suddenly asked me if I had gotten a date with Dave Vanderbilt. "No, why?" I asked and mentally nearly fell through the floor. I suppose I'm being discussed in their batchelor circles.
Three Cheers, Hurrah and Red Letters! - Wednesday, July 8, 1964
Three cheers, hurrah and red letters! The Narva pictures finally got here. I've got Narva pages laid out all over the living room floor, and I'm slowly but surely making progress. I'd still have to work fast to get it to Karen and to the company by July 15 - I don't think it's that necessary, but I still want to finish as soon as possible, just to get it over with finally, once and for all. I took notes over the phone while interviewing an aunt of Mrs. Doak, and Charlie gave the quickly written story a byline, nonetheless. Maybe good news is forthcoming from Park again - Flo wrote to say the company was just slow with our LLCs pin order.
A New Blue Cotton Dress with a Print of Violins - Tuesday, July 7, 1964
I might as well give up on trying to keep track of time and worrying about what I haven't accomplished and completely give in and call it a more or less lazy summer. It seems so different from last summer, even when I'm out around the square getting local news items. I just don't think I'm putting as much into my work as I did last summer. Mom, Virginia and Ann went to town while I was at work. Mom took me to Penneys to replenish my wardrobe with a new dress. This one is blue cotton with a print of violins. Third graders should like it, too. They got rained out detasseling corn this morning but went back in the afternoon and stayed until late.
Talked on "Man on the Street" Program Again - Monday, July 6, 1964
Mr. Woods stopped me again to be on the "Man on the Street" program. I talked about the Fourth of July, vacation plans, and the possibilities for the Republican nomination. It was good for a certificate for six more doughnuts, but Fern's won't be open again till the 9th. I wrote to Kathy Knoth, one of my freshman advisees, to try to reassure her about traveling to Park by jet, and also to Rog Rikkola since I thought maybe he could call her. Nic noticed my sunburn since he had an even better one himself. Phyllis started detasseling corn. Virginia took her place this afternoon when she came home at noon not feeling well.
Grandpa Gave the Sermon This Morning - Sunday, July 5, 1964
Grandpa gave the sermon this morning since Peterses are in Minnesota taking Betty back to school. It was a nice change. Rev. Peters recently said, "I'm a minister - everyone comes to me with their problems, but I don't have anyone to take my problems to." Sharon Hough was here this afternoon, as were the Cuddebacks, except Jim. We couldn't get many results from the Ouija board. I didn't get very far writing letters either. This was really a cool day - quite a change.
Bells Were Rung for the Fourth of July - Saturday, July 4, 1964
I turned myself as red as a firecracker this Fourth of July day by spending the afternoon sunbathing in the backyard. I hope it turns brown. Oh, pain and agony! The Cub Scouts "let freedom ring" with the school bell again this year. Others around town began ringing bells, and we took up the chorus with our cow bells. We went fishing in Cuddebacks' pond when Daddy went down to count the cows. I caught a little one right off, and we caught three more, but they mostly just stole our worms. Phyllis had a date with Ben tonight.
Bought a Green Coachman Skirt in Iowa City - Friday, July 3, 1964
We went to Iowa City this afternoon. Phyllis wanted to do some advance research on a psychology term paper, but the library was closed down for the weekend. Virginia, Ann and I went with Mom out to the ceramics shop to pick out some pieces to work on this summer. I chose a fancy shaped flat dish. We shopped for about 45 minutes. I bought a green coachman skirt that will go nicely with the blouse I previously got in Seiferts. If my social life is going to be picking up in summer, I think my wardrobe needs to, too, and besides, I can use it to slip on over shorts when we take our trip. Tonight we did some of the sparklers I got.
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