Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

due, I think to the increasing use of “soft” coal in this tempting, possibly by the railroad roadhouse. A common phenomenon in Ohio, it is new here.; Played the other day, and today, some of the songs of Mussorgsky. Their melancholy cuts to the bone – what a great original he has!Jan. 16 – SatThawing – the snow soggy, and sinking.Altho [sic] I had planned to paint today, the thaw offered an opportunity to put away our lawn benches (which had been neglected in the fall, and which gave me a pang of conscience every time I passed them) – So enlisted the help of Art, and we got everything ship-shape.; P.M. Art & B & I to Buffalo to see “Commandos Raid at Dawn” – a fine picture, which everyone ought to see.Jan, 18 – Mon.; A dream – walking along Union Road toward the village when I came to a lane running eastward over the fields (about a block’s distance south of Seneca Creek Rd.) I thought it strange that I had never noticed it before; excited by the prospect of exploring it, I set out lighthearted as a boy. In fact, everything about the lane had that free adventurous quality that we only experience as boys.; The flat open fields soon gave way to sparse woods with shallow depressions made by little streams, several dogs