Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 14, 1942

A dream - Back in Salem, Art & I - at the old home - Here everything was topsy-turvy - the present owners were enlarging and altering the house. The alleyway had been closed, the building extended out over it - the whole front fitted up as for a lunch-wagon service, and painted bright red & yellow -Next door, the people had put a large tank on the roof for bathing. Art, on discovering this, started throwing huge rocks into the tank, so it would splash on people sitting around. I came out to stop him - then looked down the street. It too was changed, and a gang of workmen were busy widening it - The roadbed was damp and sandy, and had the feeling of wet sand in the alley below our house by Strawn's) It was lined on both sides with great maples - Westward, the street was closed off by a huge old Victorian mansion, of weather-stained yellow brick.

Now my mother, and sister Frances, appeared on the porch of our house, and asked me to get some groceries for them, when I went to the store. Among other things they asked me to bring some "Tuna-fish toilet paper" - "Oh" I replied "I didn't know tuna fish used it" - I thought this was terribly funny and laughed so hard, that I woke up.

Unable to get started on my picture - day spent in making a bench-chair for the pavilion.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, July 14, 1942