Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

I accepted of course, and with pleasure for many reasons. This is the one jury I enjoy – both the work and the company – and then I feel a strong need to talk over the “last-situation” with Rehn & other people. It is one of those things that comes just when it is needed.
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Just before dinner, coming up from a little “prowl” among the ice-cakes by the creek, I met John McCreary who was in a naval uniform. He has an ensigns commission. We chatted a bit about records etc.
Bertha to Buffalo at mid-afternoon, to have dinner with Evie, then the two to see “Random Harvest” which B & I saw last week and liked.
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Today it is cooler, rain intermittent from loose low-hanging clouds. The creek higher, more active, and yellow from the washed down earth – a fine contrast with the grim blue-black cliff that runs thru the length of our village.
On one of my rambles along the creek (searching for my wrist watch, which I later found in front of the studio) I found a number of dead mums about 4 or 5 inches long, that had no doubt been swept up by the high waters, and later trapped when the waters receded so rapidly.