(1980 memoirs)
that about all [about the dining room], except I do think there was a faucett, a bare fawcett, with a pail underneath for drinking water.
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
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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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- Telephone
- Square hall
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- Pass-thru cupboard
- Sash curtains
- Trap door
- Dining room
- Frankie's bedroom
- Starfish and crab
- Floridy
- Alone again
- Five years too long
- Engagement
- What Lorin thought
- Mormans
- Coal stove
- To read & doze
- Back side yard
- Velvet couch
- Polly's desk
- Unused organ
- Coat tree
- China cupboard
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