Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

for a will –; Frank’s grief was terrible to see. For fifteen years his whole life had been concerned with caring for his sister and now his charge was gone – his reason for existence seemed ended.; The physical aspects of the funeral seemed needlessly banal – The motor-hearse an ugly “battleship – grey in color”, the cortege proceeding at what seemed like a callous speed – “Let’s get it over with as quickly as possible” –; The cemetery was high above the town on a round hill – It was a beautiful after noon; the sun had broken through the clouds; its light was reflected in the(Ohio)River below in a sheet of gold; clouds were scattering to the east lit up by the sun over a great hill sparsely covered with snow, its top edge was brown,; When we came back to the house we moved back a desk that had been