(1958 April)
My dress is cut with not a half inch to spare. Hardest of all is to follow printed directions. I think I can read English until I start on those. It seems unless you already know what they are trying to say, you cannot work it out from the directions.
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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