Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

drive into their place. However, Mrs. Bengert was washing when the men arrived, her backyard was full of clothes. The man had promised to wheel it back for more in case I could not use our neighbor’s yard, and he refused to do so, and backed in his truck, and dumped it all in front of the garage.; It was an appalling sight – I can hardly describe my feelings as I looked at it, and wondered what I should do with it – It seemed as large as a mountain, and had a frightful odor. Bertha, came took one look, and with a despairing gesture, went away. But she came back then, and came to my rescue, in the matter of price (we had agreed on $6, but she insisted on a rebate of $1 for the hauling.) –; Luckily I was able to get George Marcha to come down right away and wheel it away. I spread it over the garden, and by dark the driveway was clean.; We had a hilarious time at supper going over these two little episodes.; ; ; ; ; Nov. 28 – (Tues) –; Puttering around studio – winter bouquet’s for children’s room –; Fixing drive, which was in an uneven condition following the work on the cess-pool.; P.M. M.A. for road test – (she failed to put out her hand twice when leaving curb) – ; Late P.M. B & I to Buffalo to shop for Christmas –; ; ; ; ; Nov. 29 –; A.M. Letters from Emma & Mary about Victor lead us to think perhaps he will not get well (poison from a felon on their thumb settled under his left arm – He has been in bed seven weeks). He had asked for