Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Dec. 1 – 3 –
Ohio trip –
Our train leaves at 8:20 – going out of Buffalo, I point out scenes of some of my paintings – “There’s “ Railroad in Spring ” – “ This is the “ Black Iron “ Bridge and also the bridge of “ Iron Bridge & Winter Sun “ etc –
We while the time away with magazines & newspaper. Mary Alice had written us to look up a certain movie magazine, and read the first sentence of a Bette Davis story – It began as follows “Just as the town was pulling into Burchfield –“ – I wonder if there is really a town by that name.
We finally were reduced to working a cross-word puzzle, and then lunch was announced, which we thoroughly enjoyed – and not long after this we reached Youngstown –
[The canyon at Ashtabula – passing Jefferson – and Anderson – the latter recalled the summer of 1910, when Jim Bullard spent a vacation there]
We were met at the station by Walt who drove us to Mary’s. Where we were to stay –
After lunch all of us to Arbaugh’s funeral parlor to see Martin.
Returning, Pat and her older sister Frieda (Mrs. Schweikert) B & I decide to walk.
I should say here that all the time I was in Salem, I was under a strange spell – it was as if I were in a dream, and had gone back to the scenes of my early childhood, and found all the houses empty, and everything dead and silent – The town seemed