About 3:00 A.M. I woke up. I thought I could taste wood-smoke, in my tongue – hearing Bertha stirring about too, I called to her, and we got up to investigate. Finding nothing wrong, we concluded it must be the smoke-pall again from forest fires in the middle-west (and so it proved.) – After talking and joking awhile, we got up; and had hot milk and toast, and played the Victrola – (Dvorak’s Legends, which never grow old). To bed at 5:00 again, and slept until 8:00.
Charles E. Burchfield, October 30, 1952