(1949 September 15)
Daddy got home early at 4:30 and we all picked grapes like mad. The dinner baked too hard, forgotten until 6:45, as frost is predicted. Got maybe 3 or 4 bushels. ... I would boost Mary Margaret <4> up high and tell her to pick, and she would take bunches from me when I was deep in a vine. We filled R's handkerchief and sent him home with them. Mr. Lyle [neighbor] was last seen at 7 picking too.
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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