Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

by Paul Stefan. While it is not completely satisfactory, for it seems somewhat disjointed, still it gives a good picture of the man. And the more I learn about him, the more I love him.
Before I went to New York, both Art & I had to take to bed with the grippe. After I was on the way to recovery, one afternoon Rev. Neeb called, and came up to chat with me awhile. In response to his question, I replied that I felt that I was ready to become a communicant member of the church. That is, if he felt I was ready. So it stands at first I felt some qualms, and regrets, and wondered if I were hasty, or doing it because I was weak on my back. But with complete recovery, I still feel that I am doing the right thing, and look forward to the public declaration of my love and (I hope it is) faith in Christ with real joy. None, who reads this journal, can deny I tried hard enough to resist “conversion” – but the very overwhelming and, for me, irresistible.
All thru the winter Mary Alice has been struggling with homesickness, reached a climax a few weeks ago she asked us to write a letter stating that we needed her at home, so that of necessary she could use it in her application.