Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

that I had difficulty standing up. Afterwards, I put the outdoor benches away, something I should have done long ago. Passing the studio, I discovered that the wind had contrived to blow open the storm door, and had thrashed it to pieces – an irredeemable wreck.; P.M. Concert – Mendelsohn’s Italian Symphony – rather trite and monotonous, then a Glazumari Violin Concerto, (Kaminisky performer) which left me bored, and then the Sibelius 2nd, also a disappointment. Barberolli took this so leisurely, and emphasized pauses wherever he could to such a degree that it lost all character. To me this symphony is full of storm & excitement, both sullen, and then passionate anger. Barberolli seemed to take each phrase, slowly – dissect it –, and then reluctantly letting it go. I had the feeling that if the speed were increased by about 1/5 it might not be so bad. But then it lacked savagery – passion. ; Late P.M. children popped some of the red pop-corn – delicious, along with a mystery novel.; P.M. Telephone call from Jim G. that Uncle Jim had died. When we were children, Uncle Jim was a great favorite. He had a habit, it seems to me in my memories, of coming in unexpectedly around Christmas time (he worked in a department store in Pittsburg). One time in particular