(1999 October 6)
I have a Sheltie on my back porch. Her name is Wica, which stands for something related to the park system - WI(nd) CA(ve). She just lies on the cool cement, happy. Hirscheys have gone to the Mississippi River with friend ... and will be back early evening. Not a peep out of Wica. I am to bring her in if it rains, but skies are blue. I am to fry a hamburger for supper and may give her a smitch.
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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