Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

unbridled hilarity!

Summer is here.  Huh?  Well anyway Frances sent a letter to-night to Mr. W.R. Lodge, of Silver Lake, Cyyahoga, Ohio, to engage a cottage from July 27 to August 7!  We are all, except Jim, going to Silver Lake. – If I get a job, I won’t go, but if I don’t, I don’t know whether to or not.  That’s too far ahead to bother about now.

Tuesday March 28, 1911.

To-day has been a dull cold wintry day.  The sun never came out once from behind the grey solid mass of clouds.  This morning mother and I enjoyed ourselves by watching the Robins and sparrows eating the crumbs she had thrown out.  They certainly were cheery looking.  These bright fat breasted robins and dirty sparrows, had become brothers in the presence of the common enemy – snow, and were now eating peacefully side by side. I wish that I was as good at making friends with the birds as mother.  The sparrows, when she goes out to throw some more crumbs out, always fly back before her back is turned and this morning she went out and talked to her robin, that comes every year, and he never moved.  If I went out, they would all fly away.