Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

with real pleasure. Sometimes Fred went with Me. More often however, I went alone. I have not yet read Walt Whitman’s “The Open Road” but I can imagine what its sentiment is. Mother and the girls often asked how we could interest ourselves. Indeed and it is not a pleasure to be explained in mere words.

     Of course my year in Cleveland overshadows all else. It is full of events, and emotions. When time came to go, it was like a funeral around home. I was the first to leave home. Mother and the girls. - how the phrase clips out - cried the day I went. The excitement of the going overcame my sorrow for the time, but those first few nights! What agonies of homesickness I went thru. I never fully got over my homesickness until in the Spring! Yes!  My love of home was too great.

     Almost as soon as I arrived I secured a job in a restaurant working noons and nights for my meals. That first week was a