Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

53. late; clouds had obscured the sun; a dull twilight hung over the woods, giving it a magical quality which I never remember experiencing before. Arthur especially was bubbling over with laughter, and delighted in tumbling down banks. All of us were in good spirits; several times we amused ourselves by hiding among the leaves in a little depression, and then calling Skippy. When he came, we would yell as loud as we could, a procedure that delighted the dog as much as us.

                   Oct. 21, 1934 –

     A.M. all to church but me – I fuss with frames achieving only disgust.

     P.M. All of us over the same route as yesterday. It was a _?_ day, and at times hard showers.

                   Dec. 12, 1934 –

A dream:

     I had been invited to an unusual party. The guest had been picked from all walks of life, all professions (legitimate or otherwise for there was a notorious gangster present). It was understood that neither by direct reference or implication were we to mention anything of our calling, or of our families. To be accepted in this company we all