(1980 memoirs)
A girl I knew, Marian Cole, a pretty blonde, told me about a couple of dates she had with Si Owen. When he came to call for her, her father was in his slippers, wearing rather bright plaid sox. As soon as she got her coat and they were in the hall, he whispered, "Where does he keep them? Those sox?" And ever after when he called for her he would whisper, "Where are they?" He was so grave-looking but so funny to talk to it was fun being with him. But he didn't go with either of us very much at all, but rather with a plain, dowdy girl, and we could never see what he saw in her.
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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