(1980 memoirs)
One February our teacher was talking about Lincoln and Washington and getting the first grade to color and cut out hatchets. When I looked over at Lillian, she was laughing silently, holding herself in, wiping her eyes, shaking all over. This went on for some time, and of course I was beside myself with curiosity. At length she whispered, "Listen. She's saying it again!" and stuffing her handkerchief over her mouth, she got red in the face and shook all over. Finally she passed me a note that said: "Listen when she says hot shit." Well, I did hear it, and even when it was pointed out to me, I couldn't laugh much. I just couldn't. Not funny.
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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