Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

31. were icy, making the trip a nerve-wracking one for me.

     When we started our leave-taking, M.A. began to cry – which started a whole train of thinking on our part, resulting in our writing letters telling them not to worry too much about the money, that they should have a little fun on the side, a movie or a trip etc – In mid-week, Bertha sent them a dollar in a letter. Their replies this week-end seem to indicate it was no so much their lack of spending money, as just plain home-sickness. When the young ones start going away it is hard on everyone – Would that we could keep them always – as they are now – with us. Life would have to stand still.

     One evening this week, all of us to see “The Man Who Came to Dinner” very witty and entertaining.

     Today – Storm from the Northeast – Heavy rain all night (Cotrell’s maple lit by the street-lamp, beautiful) – At dawn, turns to snow. – Walk to P.O. the air thick with huge soggy flakes of snow, which had some sleet in them, for they stung when they stuck to my face. The sky is of the luminous gray quality, which for want of a better name, I call electric – full of a brilliant glow, which, tho emanating from the sun behind, yet has no hint of sunlight in it – It is more as if the storm itself was saturated with a strange light source of its own – cold colorless, and brilliant. Trees close at hand, wet, are rich velvety black, cut by the writhing white lines of flakes; those in the distance silvery violet-gray, made hazy by the snow-filled air. –

     Asked Joe B. today to look at our radio sometime as it had been giving very poor reception. He “looked at” it at