(1989 April22)
Early one morning Jan and Bob took lawn chairs, cameras, paper and pen - ETC. and sat out in a bog a few hours to listen for cranes for some society. Some bogs have no cranes at all tho. Theirs didn't. Jan got laryngitis 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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