Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

88. spitting; but he did me good service tho; he supplied an atmosphere an historical atmosphere for the place, and in particular he told me that this ship once extend or thru to the canal. It was closed fifty years ago. However, it made it seem easier to take the license with the place I had determined upon;  i.e. - assume that the slip was longer, and place my boat back so the bow was at the Monarch elevator – a physical impossibility now.

     A sea-going ship of the same type as before, was unloading sacks at the Evans elevator. My talkative companion told me it was malt from Norway –

     At seven o’clock the Detroit boat went out – and a little later, the malt boat went out of the slip into the harbor, turned around and came back in again, so as to unload the other end.

     Decoration Day- to harbor again for a few more studies. All things quiet in the harbor, except for the Crystal Beach boat which was making its maiden voyage of the year. Men walking by from time to time with their Sunday clothes on - a feeling of holiday in their very manner of talking and walking.

     A negro approaches me as I sit in car & draw, addresses me as “white folks,” and with much embarrassment, tells me that he is from Columbus, Georgia, is staying at a transients hotel, that he  has no money, and no means is given him to obtain cigarettes, tho they are fed pretty