Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A little sorry to see it go. – ; Danny brought the new car at 4:30, and we must all go for a little ride. The sensation of driving a new car is indescribable- and is the feeling a purely materialistic one, on some writers claim? I think not; for it is an accepted fact that the trying out of a new boat, is a spiritual one; and so is the possession of a beautiful car – the latter it is true calls for less creation on the part of the man in running it than a sail-boat, never-the-less the lift to the spirit is genuine, and entirely outside of pride of possession, or mere utility. ; While we were out Bertha tried the windshield wipers, and they jammed for some reason. So I took the car to the garage to have it fixed, and it was somewhat of a shock to see our old car standing there; and while we were wanting a prospective buyer, came and started to put it “them to paces” – we (M,A,-A & I) did not like it. ; At bedtime B & I for a walk. We “reminisced” about the old car, - how we felt when we first got it, and our first trips, and little mishaps; and I recalled the many sketching trips it had afforded me– our nostalgia I suppose was for the events passed on, as much as for the car itself. An episode in our life is closed forever. Apr. 16 – Tues – ; A rather futile day – B & I out with the car, so she can drive it a bit.