Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 12, 1940

Ground, trees, & bushes heavily covered with snow (about a 4 inch fall) – the day cold and blistery, as in Mid-country. In put it seems more like a day in February. 

Evening – all of us to Shea’s Seneca to see “The Man from Dakota,” a very interesting picture. One episode was particularly well-done in its feeling a tense nameless foreboding. (Where the three fugitives come upon a horse at night, in which are the bodies (eventually discovered) of a mother & her daughter, killed by a war-crazed union Soldier. The eerie feeling of some unknown dreadful thing was very well done. 

When we came out and started to drive away, we discovered one of our new tires bent, I enlisted the aid of the parking lot attendant. When I tried to unlock the hub cap on the spare wheel, it refused to budge; and finally the key broke off in the hand of the attendant. Bertha had not brought her key, so the attendant said he would drive me over to get it, while his helper fixed the wheel to be removed. By the time we had returned, the tire was fixed. He only wanted to charge me 50c, feeling he was responsible in the key, but, I persuaded him to take a dollar extra. 

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, April 12, 1940