Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

August 5, 1913.

This has been awfully ordinary day. I don’t like ordinary days. It seems as there was no event, no meeting nor even any aspect of nature that was interesting enough to note.

I am staying with Joe: Frances is going to take Mother to the picture show.

Already we are beginning to discuss going away to school. It is so short a time that I hate to think about it. Joe of course will have to tell Bob about leaving. It looks now as tho he wouldn’t get back to work before school commences - he wants to take a vacation naturally. Whether Bill will room with us or not is a question. Last night Waldo let drop a remark that went something like this: “What do you think about that room proposition Bill?” From what I could glean from the discussion that ensued, Waldo can get two rooms at the Western Reserve University