(1951 July 20)
The old Shack [Skip's "clubhouse," built in 1940] faded away as of 10:06 on Tuesday when it opened its door to ten eager youngsters anxious for a Playhouse. Ken carried out the mattresses, JC and MM<6> and her gang gave it a good scrubbing, and towards evening it was dry. So Billy brushed the cot and carried it in before it rained, and all the little girls began keeping house. Now it is nothing to see small misses tripping about in high heels with mammouth purses and funny hats, coming and going to tea parties. Ah, the old days when the Army made its quarters there [for Skip's games]! Tempus fugit.
On the playhouse - one girl, R, couldn't get it through her head it hadn't once been used for husbandry - I should say poultry - "What used to be in there, chickens?" - MM: "Chickens didn't used to be in there - Skippy was."
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.
About Me
- 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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