(1963 October 7)
Auntie Mabel [living with caregiver] had been dressed by Mrs. S. in view of our visit and looked fine in lavender sweater. Lorin: How nice you look, auntie. M: Thank you, dear. L: Your hair is so pretty. M: I just had a permanent. The hairdresser fixed it. L: It looks very nice. Well, shall we go upstairs and have our visit? M: No, no. You can't go up there. L: Why not? M: She's asleep. L: Who's asleep? M: The hairdresser.
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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