Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

as a young man.; ; ; ; ; ___________; The plumbers digging up our cess-pool, and practically rebuilding it.; ; ; ; ; ___________; Marvelous days – cold, but mostly sunlit, and inbred with a faraway dream-like quality – ; ; ; ; ; Nov. 26 (Sunday); A clean calm day –; Reviews from the New York papers – all excellent –; P.M. B – M.A – Gerry & I take Helen to Fredonia where she is attending a state normal school.; The the (sic) sunshine is warm, and the air full of a Indian Summer haze, the heavy frost does not melt all day in the shadows – even in small areas as the shadow of a fence-rail, or that of a rail on the ties – north roofs of house & barns are heavy with frost at midafternoon –; We went into; Our little visit to Helen’s boarding house seemed to open up forgotten vistas to me – of middle class life in small towns, - (the house an oldish weatherbeaten (sic) affair, built in the latter and of the 19th Century –) – Across the street from it, an empty house with broken windows, patterned with the shadow of a huge old maple, cast by the warm light of the late afternoon sun –; Back on route 5, thru Dunkirk – the old Victorian house with the highly ornamented (gingerbread) porch, - festoons of corn – (I purchased garland of red pop-corn, and field corn, and we chatted with the man who lived in the house (the horse belongs to a Baptist minister, who refuses to sell). The garlands of corn, gleaming in