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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.

Family Met Vivien and Charlie - Thursday, May 31, 1962

The family got me about 7:00 tonight and now we're back in the same motel we stayed in when they brought me down last fall. What a year it's been. Almost everyone that was leaving before Sunday left yesterday or before. Gloria and I made beds and cleaned rooms all day. I made $16.00 in three days - almost half as much as I normally make in a month. They almost missed seeing Vivien. Phyllis just happened to see her - from description and picture only - sitting on the chapel stairs with Charlie, so we turned around and stopped for a minute.

Getting Ready for Alumni Weekend - Wednesday, May 30, 1962

The campus is about deserted. Almost everyone left today. Karen Bentson and I are spending our "solitary confinement" in 401 - that's the way we feel. I worked here today for seven and a half hours - I washed windows, swept the storage closet, side entrance and lounge, dusted, cleaned the kitchen, cleaned doors - using gasoline to clean off left over "Merry Christmases," knocked a lamp over while cleaning the lounge but caught it in midair (!), helped Betsy Franklin, also a "janitoress," clean rooms and make beds for Alumni Weekend. Second floor is no more with almost everyone either gone or moved up to fourth. Wish I hadn't packed my ink.

Moving to the Fourth Floor - Tuesday, May 29, 1962

When you put yourself to it you can do a lot in a day. Everyone who is staying past tomorrow has to move to the fourth floor so Alumni can have our rooms [for Alumni Weekend]. I moved everything of mine up to fourth and down to the trunk room. Just had time out for a chocolate pudding cake party in Regina's room. This afternoon I was on my way to the library when I found a note in my box for janitor work. I worked in Stephens this afternoon mopping the hall floor and cleaning the lounge. The music test wasn't too bad.

Studying for Finals by Candlelight - Monday, May 28, 1962

We're having a night just like when the electricity goes off at home. The electricity has gone off so we're studying by candlelight - finals, nonetheless. Some of us have decided to go to bed and get up early. This morning I listened a little more to the records and worked this afternoon and that was my day. I don't see how all semester long I also crowded classes into similar fast and busy days. It's sad to see kids leaving.

Baccalaureate Was This Morning - Sunday, May 27, 1962

I hate to see this year come to an end. (Except for darn music tests!) Baccalaureate was this morning. It was real impressive - the procession with the cross and flag bearers, the faculty in their robes and colors, and the seniors. This afternoon Bonnie and I went to Craig Little's recital. Tonight I walked with Barb down to the river and then we came back and sat on Mackay steps and watched the sky and lightning bugs.

We Hiked to an Old Stone Mansion - Saturday, May 26, 1962

This afternoon Marge, Nancy and I decided to hike to the old mansion which is the opposite way from Alfalfa Point. We found it way down a path in the woods without too much trouble. It was an old stone house abandoned probably ten years ago - like the one Charley Ralston used to have on his farm that they once fixed up for a youth fellowship Halloween party. We came back by way of Hawley Lake and the president's barn. I've listened to most of the records today (I've heard them all now). Tonight I joined a third floor gab fest while Flo cut my hair.

Took French and Anatomy Finals - Friday, May 25, 1962

Boy, I'm glad my French and anatomy finals are over. Except for music (uh-) I'm free. I got a 65 on the anatomy test - right in the very middle. Everyone thought it was hard. I know I didn't do as well as I could have on the French test. I'm afraid I may come out with a C for the semester. Marge, Bonnie and I went to see "One, Two, Three" tonight. It was satirical and rather boring. It gave a big scoop to Coca-Cola, Kleenex, Stripe Toothpaste and Pepsi-Cola. For a while Margaret and I listened to records in the chapel. Those listening rooms are so hot.