Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

57.                    March 1,1935 -

A dream I had sometime in January. It was an evening in autumn. A damp wind, fore runner (sic) of a rainstorm, blew out of the East. I was outdoors; on the line between our house & Guehle’s was a Buckeye tree, and on the ground among the dry leaves, were the most beautiful large buckeyes that I have ever seen. While I was picking up a few and reveling in the feel of them, Bertha called from an open window and said to come in that I had a visitor. I went in and found Henry Mattson there. I was delighted to see him, and we sat and talked a long while. In the course of our conversation he said that his “Moonrise” had been sold for $90. I was aghast and said it was a crime, but he said that he could not help it.

Another dream a few days ago. I was coming up Garfield Avenue in Salem Ohio, in company with young lovers and two small children, boy & a girl. It seemed there was some sort of research laboratory up on a hill overlooking the street. It seemed that for some time hirelings from this place had been