(1992 ?November)
Sometimes I think how useless this all is - it's about time for me to be dying anyway, and I am performing no useful service any more, unless it is prayer.
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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- Time to write
- Knitting class
- Wheelers
- Box lunch
- Prayer helps
- Clueless
- Fire drill
- So long
- Library blues
- Keeping it warm
- Mr. Fix-it
- Bird count
- Sing-along?
- Bathing machine
- Tabletalk
- Xmas list
- Georgette
- Updating
- Crack the whip
- Kafeeklatsch
- Afterthought
- Catplay
- Annie up a tree
- Bat bite
- Lost ornaments
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