Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

August 2, 1913

     How vacation is going!  It is already August.  Only eight weeks until it is back to Cleveland again for me.

     I have been intending to write all this week about the happenings of the past year.  But it is a job.  As I said before, so much has happened.  But I believe I will try and be as brief as possible.  There is not much to note foe last spring and summer.  It was a continual routine of work and play.  In that time we “children” all came to understand each other more and more until our comradeship was commented upon by several townspeople.  We had some fine goof times together last summer.  It was always a party or a picture-show or some lark all the time nearly every night.  In this way work was made so much more endurable.

      Then there was my walking fever.  That is – real long walks.  I can look back to those