Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Trip to Cherry Creek –; Sat (con’td –Walk home in the level sun rays – In the village – the sounds of boys at play – a dead quietness – the gaunt spectral blacksmith shop looming against the yellow sky –; The landlady – an oldish woman with slightly red eyes, and bearing the appearance of defeat – her daughter tall thin terribly stoop-shouldered, but with a very pleasant smile – every remark was accompanied by this smile. ; They took us to their hearts, and were very solicitous as to our comforts and wants. The daughter waited on us. She wondered if we wanted everything served to us – “like they do in the hotels in the city” –. They served grape-fruit on Sunday morning and then wondered if we thot (sic) it was cold to start a meal on. ; They became interested in my sketching and commenced to recount the wonders of the locality such as big rocks, and then relate of the different places they had been where I ought to go. The mother rummaged in a drawer and brought out a huge armfull (sic) of souvenir cards for me to see.