(1993, first Sunday in January)
The first thing to get in your head at a place like this [Schmitt Home] is that you are not the boss. Breakfast is at 7:30, and if you are not there, why aren't you? A nurse may be called in. Are you ill? So today I had a big breakfast and came back and got in bed. Not long before a rustle. Me: "Hello!" - "It's Grace, Polly. I will make the bed. Don't worry. Well, there are so many of them that wet the bed and try to cover it up - I was just checking." - "Goodbye, Grace." She goes on to say, "Have a good day if you can."
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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