Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

111. Again, reading of the Battle for (CD), sunlit semi-oriental towns came to mind full of romantic mystery.

     P.M.  B + I drive to Fredonia to take M.A. back to college. It is a glorious September day - with sunlight so brilliant and clear as to almost suggest March. Trees in the wake of the sun glisten with a metallic white light - Fields of goldenrod and dead grass -

     I hate to see Mary Alice go; in fact I have been dreading it for days.[i]

                   Sept. 14 (Monday)

     A dream -

     B + I out driving in the country - We went thru a village, it seemed about 20 miles southeast of our home, a new village, new to my dreams, that is. B thought we should be turning back, on account of gas rationing, but I suggested we go a little further. We did, eastward about a mile. On our left, that is, to the north, were charming suburban houses, overgrown with ivy, and with walls etc, likewise green with ivy.

     Our road came to a blind end, at the T juncture with a north + south road. We turned north, and after a short drive we turned westward, and came into a very ancient village. I wish it were possible for me to put it down in words the rich romantic feeling this village gave me. Indeed, my