A.M. check from S. Golden for Christmas cards. It will more than cover cost of violin so we decide to buy it for Martha.
P.M. B&I to Buffalo, to cash check, get license & visit the new Knox room at the Gallery.
It is what could be termed a “precious” exhibition, the body of it representing the most marked idiosyncracies of the Ultramodern Paris school. An excellent de Chirico, as well as a fine Utrillo—After we had looked our fill, I announced myself to Washburn who came out fussing because he had a lecture in ten minutes. (All the wealthy elderly ladies were already assembling, looking superior & aloof). Washburn is one of the younger museum directors who are trained at the Fogg museum in a sort of cultural vacuum, (about whom I had a long discussion with Frank R.) His chief love is archeology as it relates to art. More than that he is thin, & dried up at an extremely early age. His attitude & use of French terms were galling to me.
When we went downtown again, we purchased a new sled for the children.
Charles Burchfield, January 16, 1939