Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), Volume 40, Page 73, April 14, 1936-July 2, 1938; Handmade volume with cardboard covers, unlined paper, 9 1/2 x 11 1/4 inches; Image courtesy of the Burchfield Penney Art Center Archives
formed. Once to get a better light on my subject, McGhee asked several miners to come & train their lights on the spot I was drawing. This helped to throw some dark jagged shadows. The many faceted coal surface caught the light in a hundred tones, very bewildering, but beautiful. As I sketched, I had a vague feeling; that it was Saturday morning, and that it was always Saturday in a mine. The smell of sulphur & burnt powder was not unpleasant, and recalled former boyhood rambles around the mines east of Salem.
I soon felt I had sketched all I could & suggested we return. After a short walk we picked up a ride on an outgoing train. As we sped along the air became colder; up until then I felt suffocated.
Coming to the surface we went to McGhee’s home where he wanted to show me a movie he had taken of the mine operations. We could scarcely get it dark enough in the house to see it properly. When I complimented Mrs. McGhee on their living room wallpaper, she showed me their bedroom & breakfast room.
We had lunch with Mr. Foster at the Bungalow.
In the afternoon, as I felt I had not absorbed enough of the mine yet, we went down in again. This time when we were walking, I was not so nervous, and I could appreciate the really comfortable cool air that was in the mine. But I had one more thrill coming. This was on a motor