(1990s memoirs)
When I went to 8th grade [in Green Lake], I walked about a mile and a half and had a hot potato in my black muff to keep my fingers from freezing. Coming home I was called for by a chauffeur sometimes or walked too. One time I walked to a pier where a covered launch picked us up and took us to school.
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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