(1952 August 14)
You see I am alone so much of the time I find it impossible to concentrate when others are present visiting. I wish this were not true, but it is a habit I unconsciously have formed by waiting until the house was quiet and the gang gone before I dug into anything important. I guess you will just have to baby me and wait on me until I get off [on a vacation] - if I ever do.
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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- Polly
- 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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