**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.
Went by Aunt Emily's House in Oswego, New York - Friday, July 16, 1965
We crossed the rest of little Rhode Island, Connecticut and the Catskills of southern New York and tonight we are west of Oswego. We stopped in the town and looked at the house where Grandma came to visit Aunt Emily. We had an early lunch (delicious ham and potato salad with lots of greens) at a nice little German restaurant. I drove in Connecticut and some of New York. The hills again were so pretty. At times we were completely surrounded by a circle of hills. We had a dip in our motel pool. I've sent a postcard to Tex every day - if I were to stop now he'd think something had happened. Recent news: Adlai Stevenson died suddenly Wednesday in London. Mariner 4 is sending back more pictures.
Saw Plimoth Plantation and the Restored Mayflower II - Thursday, July 15, 1965
Today we went to Plymouth, Massachusetts where we saw the restored Pilgrim village of "Plimoth Plantation." The area was so congested that we stopped only briefly at the "rock" and Mayflower II. We didn't go aboard the restored ship, although it is possible to do so. We are west of Providence, Rhode Island tonight, headed home. We've been having a very good trip and enjoying our sightseeing although seven in the car gets kind of crowded. Before we left Pemaquid Point this morning we helped feed the seagulls. They would sometimes eat right out of our hands.
Saw Ocean for First Time at Pemaquid Point in Maine - Wednesday, July 14, 1965
It took 22 years, but now I've seen an ocean (Mom's first time, too). We found our way down quiet Maine country highways to Pemaquid Point. We have a whole house for our sleeping quarters next to an inn where we had halibut tonight. We explored the huge rocks that line the coast here and watched the tide recede. High tide was at 12:50 today - we got here about 4:00. There is a lighthouse on the point. Ann and I sat there spellbound by the ocean, waves and seagulls for a while this evening. Everyone is so friendly here - mainly older people. We met a college student from Grinnell, Iowa who is working here this summer.
Mom's Father was Born in Hartland Four Corners, Vermont - Tuesday, July 13, 1965
Tonight we are on Mascoma Lake in New Hampshire. We went through a lot more of the Adirondacks and crossed into Vermont via a ferry on Lake Champlain. We saw many picturesque New England villages. Woodstock, Vermont, where some of our family history begins, is so pretty. We went through Hartland Four Corners where Mom's father was born. A little farther on, near Hartland, we drove out into the country and found an old distant relative whose poorly kept house I can hardly believe, was real and not fiction! These mountain lakes are so pretty.
Saw Jean Gaylord's House Overlooking a Waterfall - Monday, July 12, 1965
We are just beginning to get into the mountainous region of New York. Tonight we are staying in the Adirondack Forest Preserve at a motel on Oxbow Lake. We girls took a rowboat out on the lake and went out a second time with Mom along. We visited friends of Grandma from her school days in Skaneateles and Syracuse and saw some of the houses in which she used to live. We also stopped at the garden store of Mom's cousin Jean (the one who still has a cabin on Lake Canandaigua) and her husband. She took us out to their house - fabulous, overlooking a waterfall on their own property. We really do like Jean.
Niagara Falls, Lake Canandaigua and a Summer Cottage - Sunday, July 11, 1965
We left Grandma's about 6:00 and drove first of all to Niagara Falls. They let me drive from the New York Turnpike through Buffalo and the city of Niagara Falls to the site of the falls. They were a tremendous thing to behold, although maybe not quite as large or as loud as I had imagined. We saw both the Horseshoe (Canadian) and American Falls from Goat Island. Then we drove on to Canandaigua and got a motel room. We drove along Lake Canandaigua, one of the Finger Lakes, where Mom used to spend summers as a girl. We waded and collected rocks on Gaylord's private beach at the cottage (no one was there) next to where Grandma, Jane and Mom's cottage was, and went up to peek in the windows.
At Grandma Kay's for the Start of a New England Trip - Saturday, July 10, 1965
We got to Grandma Kay's about 6:00 our time, after having left at 6:00 this morning. There was quite a lot of traffic - the most we've seen on the turnpike - but we took our time and had a good trip. I hope not all of those cars were going to New England! I drove for a while from near the Indiana - Ohio border to 30 miles from Cleveland. After supper we walked over to look at the new swimming pool that has been built in the park in back of Grandma's house. We've been looking at family history and New England brochures.
Clyde Johnson's Wife and Kids Stopped to See Us - Friday, July 9, 1965
I got a nice letter from Tex this morning and used up some leisurely morning hours answering it at the picnic table in the back yard. I was more or less waiting for him to write first, since he mentioned that he would, so that our letters wouldn't "cross." This afternoon Mrs. Clyde Johnson and her four kids from Indiana stopped on their way home from Hannibal. Mr. Johnson used to play with Mom on Arthur Avenue. He is a Great Lakes steamship captain. I did some ironing - some things twice, after I got them messed up in my suitcase. Ann showed me a preferred way to pack clothes so they won't wrinkle as much.
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