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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.

We Are Watching the Republican Convention - Monday, July 13, 1964

The Republican Convention is just ready to have its keynote address by Governor Hatfield - Flash!! - Iowa's own Hultman just presented a resolution - honoring Herbert Hoover on his forthcoming birthday. Hoover, Hatfield, Hultman! Perfect timing - was that great! Scranton is still fighting on - there's a slight damper in that he is said to have lost some personal support because of a letter to Goldwater - but Scranton said he hadn't written it, and that it wasn't even meant to go to Goldwater. I've got four pages left of the yearbook, plus finishing touches left to do. Aunt Bertha died this morning.

Am Nearly Done with My Part of the Yearbook - Sunday, July 12, 1964

This was a cool day - leave it to Iowa weather. Only Missouri can beat it, and at times I question that. I did the student council committees and the inter-club council pages for the yearbook. There was a lot of writing, but now that I'm done with that, I'm at last on the home stretch since the club pages copy is already written. Then student publications, and that will be it. I'm pretty proud of my work - hope nothing backfires. I taught Mrs. Woodford's Sunday School class for her. I like the fourth, fifth and sixth grade group, but I would still like to teach in a self-contained classroom and will probably begin with third.

Have 22 Yearbook Pages Done Except for Headlines - Saturday, July 11, 1964

I've completed 22 yearbook pages except for the headlines and have 15 yet to do. I'm pleased with the way I handled the student council and student union development committee which was what I worked on today. I bought a pair of $14 off-white crushed kid shoes with medium heels on sale for $9 at Paul's and a pair of black stack heels at Spurgeons. Phyllis went in tonight with Ann and got two pairs of shoes, too. Nic wasn't at work today. I heard Charlie tell Dallas that "Nic changed his mind," about the article he was writing, I presume, and not about working.

Working on Harvest Festival Pages of the Yearbook - Friday, July 10, 1964

I am nearly finished with the Harvest Festival pages of the yearbook that I started so long ago. I can say one thing, at least I have some fun sections with which to work. The work seems long and tedious, yet I am progressing pretty fast at that. With all of the pages on the living room floor, if we have a fire or tornado, I guess I've had it. Nic was busy and rather impersonal acting today - but I showed him the article about Africa. Sometimes in spite of all my good intentions, I still end up being on the shy side around men. I guess I'll finish reading The Moonflower Vine. I was on the last chapter two months ago when Virginia loaned the book to Bonnie and Connie.

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.