(1929 August, Buffalo WY)
There are fields of horses and little colts, and plains of cows and dear little calves. So darling -- no fences -- all so free. There's something about it, somehow. -- I suppose a winter would cure me of quite a bit. -- ? --
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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