(1967 November 2)
I think of you as I go about my daily round. I think of all the good things you are doing that are so grand, and all the others I wish I could push back in limbo, wherever that is. Living is the hardest thing to do in this life, I guess. If we live alone, we are lonely, and if we live with others, it's hard to get along. ... The only thing to do is try, and I know you are doing that.
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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