Polly Kay (1904-1997) vividly and with humor describes her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin, in excerpts from letters to her son Skip written after 1949, including her 5 last years in an old folks' home.
February 12, 2010
Snow flurries
(1961 April)
Our snow this morning is just like the one the morning Skip was born. I remember it well. It's so beautiful outside today. I saw a squirrel chase a red-headed woodpecker up a tree down in the Jungle.
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