Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Apr. 26 (Mon.) –
To Colden territory, by way of Cole Road.
A beautiful day, I could not make up my mind to go, until almost noon. I packed my lunch, so as to eat it in the country. I parked on the “Sweet East Hill” Road above Colden, – but when I reached for my lunch basket, it was not there, but back home, in the kitchen (sic)!
So, to Colden: to the Hotel: the girl in charge at first said they had nothing to make sandwiches of, on account of rationing, but eventually, I persuaded her to give me a cheese sandwich & a cup of coffee. The bar-room was small, and had an old-home flavor to it – one of the pictures was of nine roly-poly policemen, each holding a pint “schuper” of beer – called “Nine pints of the Lam”! – Another one – next was a wooden plaque covered with Buffalo horns. The fan itself was a crude mahogany colored affair, in its very crudeness having a feeling of north country.
After my brief lunch, I went to the local grocery where I purchased two oranges, a banana, and a small pie – these I ate, sitting by the edge of a road-side hollow. After eating I explored the hollow a bit, but aside from the pillar of gleaming black-birch saplings against the sky, it contained little