Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 29, 1948

Jan. 29—(Thurs.)—

A dream—

Of being on a walk, N.E. of Salem. Turning down the Covered Bridge road (that leads east from the Egypt Rd.) I discovered that during a violent rain & thunderstorm of the night before, a huge tree had fallen across the bridge, demolishing it. Some men and boys were at work on it sawing off the smaller limbs. When I started to go across the stream using the tree as a bridge, they warned me it was not safe. From one of the foremost limbs which I had climbed upon I saw that this was so—the stream was swollen to many times its width, and here became a “raging torrent”. I climbed down and went under the tree. Here, miraculously the stream had dwindled to a mere trickle, and I was able to cross without any trouble……

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{Called Sally up. All was O.K. she is home and up and around. She said the baby looked just like Red.}

Strong wind, bitterly cold.

Letter from Hale, owner of the Town and Country Gallery in Cleveland who held my recent show there. No sales, and no wonder. The prices were all out of proportion. F.R. no doubt raised the prices to take care of his & Hale’s commission, but the net result is, none of us get anything out of it but glory.

Charles E. Burchfield, January 29, 1948