(1994 February 22)
I lent a person a library book and she put it in the waste basket where it was rescued and taken back to library.
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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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- Bishop by divine oversight
- Bargaining
- Menu & my table
- Here kitty kitty
- Don't risk it
- Black & blue
- Like it or lump it
- Bad pot luck
- Grace
- Perfect control
- The lost word
- The Algonquin Round Table
- An old joke
- De gustibus
- A transparent fix
- Marooned in March
- The musical fruit
- Mail order catalogs
- Teach him a lesson
- End of the line
- Before laptops
- Gorgeous gourds
- Spring cleaning
- Gingersnaps
- Short circuits
- A Green Day
- The Big M
- A dark & stormy night story
- Never a borrower nor a lender be
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