(1994 February)
Saturday night Jill took me to the Square [mall] where I not only bought the pair of white sox I thought I need but 2 packages of 3 each. Also a baby bib to be embroidered. "There," she said, "I guess you have what you wanted. Now I'll take you back and work on my Sunday School lesson." A teacher. "You do very well for 90," she said, watching me jump over a puddle. "Before my father died he had a resperator" etc. etc. Ah yes - something to look forward to.
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.
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- A lifelong Wisconsinite, Carolyn Parsons (1904-1997)got a B.A. in English at Ripon College, taught high school, and in 1930 married Lorin L. Kay, a lawyer first in Milwaukee and from 1938 on in Richland Center (he died in 1970). Their children: Mary Margaret and Richard/Skip, editor of this blog.
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