Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

30. someone else should drive, or better still, you should walk. When you drive, that is the only thing you are doing, and it is enough.

     One morning took a walk S.W. thru the woods to Covered Bridge & Egypt Rd & “Dutchman’s”

     Ramshackle coal trestles & coal sifters in mid-morning sunlight – the shrill song of cicadas – the yellow sulphur streams – all belonging to my boyhood.

     The quiet road (Egypt Rd) – seems unchanged songs of Peter-bird & cardinals –

     The lane to the Dutchman’s superseded by a coal mine track & trestle;

     The long hot road north of Millville – glaring white – rail-fences are a hot violet darker than the road or sky, yet shimmering in sunlight - a white house in shadow, but a glaring violet-white, surrounded by dark green trees – the glaring white road throws a pink haze over the landscape.

     A trip to West Point, Wellsville, Steubenville one afternoon. Stop to see Mrs. Travis – Back thru Salineville (Sandwiches & beer) - storm comes up while at Liston – almost a cloud burst, with sharp flashes of lightning – can scarcely see the road, a fine experience.