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.
January 18, 2011
Drinking
(1986 October 1)
I sit at my desk and look out at my dying rose bush, my blooming chrysanthamum, yellow, and the butterflies still drinking nectar from the dying lilac, and think how nice it will be when you are here and we can drink beer together.
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