Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Apr.5, 1921; To the engine-yards at Wellsville – A sultry dead day – the farmers are burning the swamps and hillsides – peach & pears are out in bloom – the gaunt unpainted houses fairly “whine” in the dull sunlight – I ate my lunch down by the River; as I finished, a little boy came down, sat near me, and commenced to relate all his escapades, deeds of valor, and in general, all conversed at length on his most brilliant points. He gloried in his toughness; and recited his fights with a glowing eye, and unconsciously thrust out chest; it was not long till he had won me completely. He said that, having fallen off a horse, he was not as strong as he used to be, but that he still could lick quite a number of fellows who were bigger than him.; In the afternoon as I was sketching an engine, a watchman came crawling under several lines of freight cars to give me cushion on which to sit where I worked. ; ; ; ; ; Apr. 7, 1921; A hot white day. All the fruit trees are coming out in bloom, and startle the eye with their wonderful silhouettes of pink or white – In the afternoon I paused from my work to look out of the window; the sky was spotted over with pink and