(1988? May)
One day at a church he [Bill Peckham] was telling me old songs his father sang. One: "Polly O Polly / My feet are so sore / Dancing with you / On this sanded floor." [Another verse:] "Polly O Polly / My feet are so sore / Don't lets dance / Any more." Sounds old, doesn't it?
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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