Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

May 3—5— Visit to Morrisville—Off at 9:30— A bright sunny day—we feel in a holiday mind, our intention to take route 20, the whole way. Construction work on road east of Lancaster—more than doubling the width of the road (perhaps to six lanes)—necessitates the destruction of many fine old trees. Depressing to see uprooted giant maples. Lunch at Geneva on Lake Seneca. Country up to Auburn more or less like the Western N.Y. we know. East of Auburn the hills assume a vaster scale, moving long steep grades—still some snow in places. The beauty of estates at Cazenovia. Road from Cazenovia to Morrisville, very bad, full of treacherous holes Morrisville itself all torn up. The Veteran’s housing project, on inquiry at a gas station, seemed to be to the south on the Eaton Road. When we arrived at it, it seemed a hopeless task to find Sally’s & Red apartment in the maze of barracks all more or less alike, but B. espying a window with red dotted curtains said that she bet that was Sally’s and so it proved. Sally was not expecting us quite so soon (we arrived at 3:30.)—but was glad to see us. Red was at work on a new week-end job (in a cheese factory at Nelson)—the baby was asleep. He soon woke up, & I held him in my lap. S said he did not want to seem to take his