(1991 late December)
Well, Xmas is over. ... I am going to try to answer a few things on your post cards to me. I need a magnifying glass to read your fine writing but that is all right, as I have a glass handy. The Post Office, instead of using that round stamp near your stamp, will put it on your writing; so if I do not answer to suit you, you'll know why.
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.
About Me
- Polly
- 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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