Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Kota,” a very interesting picture. One episode was particularly well-done in its feeling a tense nameless foreboding. (Where the three fugitives come upon a horse at night, in which are the bodies (eventually discovered) of a mother & her daughter, killed by a war-crazed union Soldier. The eerie feeling of some unknown dread—ful thing was very well done. ; When we came out and started to drive away, we discovered one of our new tires bent, I enlisted the aid of the parking lot attendant. When I tried to unlock the hub cap on the spare wheel, it refused to budge; and finally the key broke off in the hand of the attendant. Bertha had not brought her key, so the attendant said he would drive me over to get it, while his helper fixed the wheel to be removed. By the time we had returned, the tire was fixed. He only wanted to charge me 50c, feeling he was responsible in the key, but, I persuaded him to take a dollar extra. ; ; ; ; ; Apr. 13 – (Saturday); A.M. to Justice motor shop; to see if they could remove the key, and have car serviced. Pick up Bert R., who was on his way to his music lesson. Strong flurries of snow, and a raw north wind.; I had not been at the Justine shop long until I looked up and saw Danny Swizz of the Mani Garage, who had sold us our first car. And I knew, when he came gunning over to me, that he was going to sell me a new one. However, I wasn’t ready yet to admit it to myself much less to him, so when, after the customary remarks, and my po—