(1988? November)
My schoolgirl, Lorna, came home from the weekend with the bad news of how her younger brother (with a Norwegian name) wrecked her car, actually her older brother's but on loan to Lorna. He ran a light and ran into a police car! As we were out of food, Lorna walked to the store and back in rain drizzle. A heavy bag.
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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