Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

29. the morning. The dull roar of motors passing on the street, seem remote.

                        July 28 – August 15, 1934 –

     All of us to Ohio, staying at the Coy Place.

     As far as the auto is concerned, it was my “graduating thesis” as a driver. I think I strutted some with the new car; I deplored it while I was doing it, but did it in spite of myself.

     A trying ordeal, visiting relatives, no matter on which side of the house. The endless talk-talk talk sometimes drove me nearly mad. There was too much going, too many people to see; we were always in a hurry.

     I found a senseless but keen delight in speeding east on the Greene road, from Albany – the road goes straight east across the Little Beaver valley and up over the hill, with a gradual upgrade all the way to Greene. There seems a greater security in going fast up-grade; when I would come to this patch of road, I could unconsciously step on the gas, and soar.

     I have found any way that driving an auto is no way to see the landscape, when you want to do that