Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

idated red barns, with endless overlapping hills receding into the haze of the sunlit southern sky. ; ; ; ; ; Dec 16, 1920 –; At 4:30 with Jim Groner to Calvin’s for meat and lard. We arrived at dusk; The place belongs to the “old school” of farming; an incident even that occurred when we went down the lane, at once cast a sort of glamour over the place; we became stuck in a snow-drift. Unshoveled snow-drifts belong to another day, modern efficiency does not countenance such things; but it typified the place; beyond the snow-drift we dipped into the Past. A lantern was moving vaguely about the old ramshackle barn; and the figure of a gaunt woman fluttered across the stable yard, bracing itself against the wind. These people are like gnarled apples (a comparison borrowed from someone); then cheeriness and hardiness reminds one of hickory mats.; I was glad to get into the house to look