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.
October 2, 2011
Junk mail
(1991 March 16)
We are having vile weather and freezing drizzle with periods of falling snow. I got all buttoned up, laid aside my glasses in case I fell, and made it to the Box. Only an ad for Anglican Digest, which I pitched.
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