Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, January 20, 1960

P.M.—Painted the memory of an incident that took place almost 60 years ago, but which seems still as vivid in my memory as the day it happened long ago. I had been to visit my grandfather with my Uncle Jim. On our return home a heavy wet snow was falling. Just as we neared the corner of Rose and Fourth, there was a flash of lighning and clap of thunder from our of the heavy clouds above. Never having experienced such a thing before, to my childish mind it seemed like an impossible, a miraculous event.

Charles Burchfield's Journals
January 20, 1960