Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

; Nov 5, 1920 –; Why is it that it is not until this late day that I am thrilled by the death of McSwiney? Just a while ago I commenced to think of it. It has brought back to me with a rush all my boyish ideals which I had forgotten which had slipped away from me in my meticulous existence; they glow now with new light, and exalt my mind. His heroism causes me to despise my every cowardly movement.; ; ; ; ; Nov 14, 1920 –; At Negley sketching –; A cold frosty white morning; on the way an old leather-faced farmer told me it was only 12 above zero. He asked me if I was “Flowers” of Palestine. Perceiving it was a ruse to find out my name, I merely said No, to see if he would go further; and so he did, after some hesitation, blurting out “What is your name?” ; At Negley, after a season on the hillsides, where I enjoyed the bigness of