Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

was really a sort of tea-room, and had been empty for 18 years. She then asked: “Are you going back down the hill soon?” – as it was obvious I had not come from “down the hill”, her question was an obvious hint. However, I could not see her walk down in such a downpour of rain, so I offered to take her to her destination, which proved to be the village of Wyoming, a short distance down in the valley. ; Back at house; [I had great difficulty settling on a “view” to paint, I must have wasted a full hour in this futile way, before I could decide.] In the meantime, the rain increased, the sky open darker and heavier, and once there was a sharp clap of thunder, that shook the porch. ; I painted until six o’clock; then I packed up and drove down to the village. The main street proved to be route 19, which I knew went south to Warsaw; I drove down thru the valley. The stream had flooded out into the marshes, and with the great patch of snow on the hills, the effect was enchanting. ; ; ; ; ; April 4 – Thursday; A.M. Sally down with an attack of asthma. ; Take B- out to see the scene of yesterday’s sketch. We went out route 20. It was a brilliant sunshiny day, in marked contrast to yesterday. It was pleasant driving. I made of few studies of the scene I painted yesterday; but it was so cold we [ON SIDE OF PAGE] A bluebird sang from a wire when we arrived-