Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

89. well. I anticipated a “touch”, but he pulled a rag out from under his coat, and asked if he could clean up my car, for some money to get some cigarettes. He said he had a friend who would help him. I told him to go ahead, and at a sign from him, another negro now appeared, and they went at it. When they were done I handed him a dollar, feeling that such a disinclination to beg ought to be rewarded beyond the mere value of a car wipe off. They were quite overwhelmed, and went away exclaiming to each other, unable to believe in their luck.

     Monday – working at putting up screens. Mid-afternoon-to harbor, as it was cloudy. I found the weather effects, and lighting just right. Another ship with malt from Norway had put in at the Evans’ elevators.

June 7 – 1935-

“Language cannot express the joy and happy forgetfulness during a ramble in the country. I do not mean that all the ins and outs and exact knowledge of a naturalist are necessary to produce such delight, but merely the common objects – Sun, Thrush, Grasshopper, Primrose and Dew.” – (Journal of a Disappointed Man)-

     A dream last night: I was wandering thru an unfamiliar territory. I came to the outskirts of a village, obscure in the sort of twilight that always hovers in my dreams. A small manufacturing sort of place with a gaunt Victorian Mansion with tall round–topped windows