Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

The place where they keep their raspberries, a screened in cage under the maples – a fresh breeze stirring, the air redolent with the rich odor of raspberries – I wish that time could stop so that the beauty of the moment could be prolonged indefinitely.
At 5:00 – to meet Martha. Train 35 minutes late. She was, naturally glad to be home again.
Shortly after supper all the Wilds – old and young in to visit us – we enjoyed them –
In the studio – they liked the one of the two Ravines the late version, and I realize now my judgment on it, of May 14, is wrong.

All evening showers, and almost continuous lightning and thunder. A far storm to the north, with mysterious soundless flashes.
July 22 –
A dark, cloudy day – misty rain at times. Drive M. to Worthington’s where she applied successfully for a job in the blueprint department. The suspicious guard.
Noon letter from F.R. with check for $733 – – and the cheering news that a Prentice in Chicago had purchased my “In Memoriam” for $1000 – also the news of John Andersons death –
That “In Memoriam” has found a private buyer is very gratifying – The subject seemed to prelude such a thing ever happening.