(1980 memoirs)
So we walked back and forth to school. Sometimes I caught up with Lillian, usually I was alone. Neither she nor I cared for many other girls. On this day in late fall, I had walked home from school past her house coming home, not noticing Harry behind me. Suddenly he ran as fast as he could, grabbed me and threw me into the ditch, kissed me violently on one cheek, scrambled out and ran for home as fast as possible. My sole reaction was amazement. Who can understand boys? I picked myself up, brushed myself off and came on home bewildered, wondering what brot that on. Nothing more was ever said, ever done, and I somehow knew it was better to keep it to myself than make a to-do over it.
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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