Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

The last week or so has been one of mental disturbances because I had been unable to get in touch with Frank R. about the Carnegie selection. This morning however, a letter from him in New Hampshire, in which he advised me to send either the Steubenville picture or the Elevators. My own selection is the Elevators. Yesterday I made, and glued to the backs of the two oils, wooden frames to counteract their warping. They are under weights now, & it makes me nervous to have them so. Friday – B & I to Buffalo to shop a little. Saturday- Ditto, with little success. Sunday – B & I, with Arthur & Catherine, to see Moonlight Sonata again.I planned this morning to take my deferred trip to Emporium, but when at Kron’s I had the oil checked, we discovered the oil almost gone, & a leak in the filter. I got a new one at Baumgarten’s, but was not thru until 12:00, too late to go on so long a trip._______ It is curious how, in writing down the impressions of a trip one is apt to forget some special incident, important at the time. On the trip to “Milsom Manor” – I found growing in the sandy bank up on the bluff, what I believe must be the almost legendary (to me) wild sweet-peas that have haunted my memory since I left Ashtabula Harbor. I was really excited about them, and dug up several plants to bring home. Are these indeed the same? My memory, which goes back over 40 years in time, conjures them