Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

121. I wondered what they thought of their mother - They probably admired her for her decadent beauty, but perhaps could not think of her as "mother" as we of a more normal age parenthood, think of the term. After dinner they were bundled into a taxi, to go back to their father, while we went to see a burlesque show "Strip for Action" - an extremely bad show from any angle, - it's vulgarity was of the puerile back-fence variety, and as for the play, it was less than nothing.

     Afterwards we went to Sardi's for beer.

     Saturday night we had dinner at Frank's apt. then wet to a movie.

     One of my chief pleasures when on a trip of this sort is getting mail from home. Bertha wrote faithfully to me every day, the youngsters intermittently - newsy letters so full of the spirit of my home, that while reading I could feel their presence about me.

     Sunday - Frank and Mrs. Watkins met Watty and I at the museum and we drove out to Greenwich, where we had a pleasant dinner at ? restaurant. Afterwards, we stopped at Watkins birth place - a huge Victorian House. (His father, once wealthy, had lost his money, and had to sell the estate when Watkins was 12) The present occupants invited us in. We looked around a bit, and then wandered around outside.

     In the evening Watkins treated us to the Russian Ballet and opera - a delightful experience. The ballet set to the Tschaikovsky (sic) 2nd Piano Concerto, was classical; and while it had