(1930)
Lorin always left a few dollars for grocery shopping, and one afternoon I went out to a grocery store in the block to shop. When I came up the stairs, I noticed our door slightly open. It flashed thru my mind, this must be the janitor showing the apartment, as I had heard similar tales. Carrying the tall bag of groceries, I stood in the doorway, expectantly looking at a young man in a soft gray suit. "Get in here!" he said. "Get in here!" I was dumbfounded and did walk in. As he walked out, I saw the top dresser drawer open and realized finally he was a thief and I had been robbed.
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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