Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

84. boats moored by the pike. Back to foot of Main St. and make water-color of grassy banks & old wharves.

     Evening – a walk in the late sunlight with Bertha talking Spotty on a leash.     

May 22, 1935 -

     We had the mushrooms last night for supper and sick & vomited in the night as last year. I am convinced now that my liking for sponge mushrooms is one of pure sentiment. One or two bites, and then they lose their glamour; and taste – it all probably goes back to the year 1919 when I found so many on the hillside by the Y&O tracks near Millville. We ate them until we were heartily sick of them. In spite of everything, it is hard for me to eliminate from my mind the romantic notion that these fungi are some rare gastronomic treat.

     “a noble craft, but somehow a most melancholy! All noble things are touched with that.” – Moby Dick (“The Ship”)

May 24, 1935 –

“‘Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dresses in living green.

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.’

Never did those sweet words sound more sweetly to me than then. They were full of hope and fruition. Spite of this frigid winter night in the boisterous Atlantis, spite of my wet