Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

20. We had just got past Williston a little way, when we glanced to look back, and saw the car down in the Valley, and B waving at us frantically. – going (n.d.), I discovered I had left her without any keys for the car! – She had gotten as far as she had by gravity.

     We went on there, enjoying the brisk air, and the wide landscape. When it approached the time for them to pick us up, one of the girls suggested we hide behind a bush – We saw what we though was a car coming, and hide behind a pine tree – To our embarrassment it proved to be someone else, and to cover our confusion, we pretended to be looking for something; I dropped a coin in the grass and just as the car came alongside, I picked it up and we a shouted “Why here it is!” –

     When at length our car did come along, our surprise was a success – they did not see us until we jumped out, shouting.[i]

Sunday – Nov. 30 –

p.m. Cathie to Bartholomew’s – Just as we settled ourselves to listen to Dvorak’s cello concerto, Carl + Bessie Wild came with the children, and Carl’s father. The two men were going to Eggertsville to see about a landscaping job, and left Bessie + the youngsters with us, - intending to come back later.

     Bessie said that Carl argued so much with his father, and especially, was needlessly frank about his fathers painting which he considered mediocre, and a waste of time. It is true