Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

peace with God and nature. Sunday (June 9-; P.M. H. Katherine Smith (Courier-Express writer-) calls me to get camouflage data from me for article she is writing. Having no car, she wondered if in the event of my coming to Buffalo during the next week, I would called(sic) her up and arrange a meeting place. I was loathe to set a definite date tho(sic) it was obvious she wanted me to. After I hung up Bertha reminded me she was blind, which caused me to relent – in consequence of which I called her up and suggested I come in at once. ; Bertha and I both go. She lives with her mother upstairs in a garage apartment, and we drove in leaving our car in front of the garage. Hardly had we sat down when an uproar commenced down below, with much violent doorbell ringing and turned out that Mrs. Smith’s landlords-the John Lord O’Brien’s, wanting to get their car out were furious at our car being parked in their driveway. Bertha said she could move our car out, but in the excitement, and confused by Mrs. O’Brien’s anger, she could not get it in reverse; so I went down and parked the car in front on the street. The John Lord O’Brien’s! How dared we?; Mrs. Smith proved to be an interesting person. After we had exhausted camouflage, we talked of other things. In addition to her newspaper articles, she writes short stories. She rather startled