Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

the two-bridges. ; It was now about noon, and tho it was threatening in the west, there were moments of sunshine, so I set up my paraphernalia and set to work. In a short time however, a shower came up & I had to take to the sun. I took the opportunity to eat my lunch, which turned out to be a mechanical process, for I scarcely knew what I was eating. The rain came down in blinding torrents for a while, but soon let up, and I went back to work. ; I could hardly have worked an hour when a second shower, as violent as the first, came up driving me into the car again. However it soon cleared up, and the balance of the afternoon was fine for my purpose. ; My view of the subject, was between a house, and barn. There was a continual uproar going on in the house, once it was visitors on their way to a week’s camping out with all the loud-mouthed banalities attending such meetings; but usually they divided their time between the radio, set at fortissimo and noisy aimless quarreling, the sort that arises not from real basic reasons, but from boredom. There was a young boy, afflicted with stuttering, who had solved the problem of talking at all, by preceding each word with a sustained “n-n-n-” sound, ending in the explosive utterance of the word. Poor boy, I pitied him, but all afternoon, I could hear his “n-n-n” going, and could not hear the resulting words, and it grew very annoying.