Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

food. Red came in soon. B S & I up town to shop for material for our supper. The town of Morrisville full of fascinating old stores, and some fine Colonial homes—great trees, and some pines. The “Project” located in wide open country, with rounded hills to east & west. A feeling of freshness and newness. {*See below.} Our beds were two army cots and surprisingly comfortable. Sunday—the baby ill—vomiting and diarrhea—and apparently in great misery. P.M.  I go exploring alone—first south on the Eaton Road. Pause by little brook; its “murmuring” full of painfully nostalgic memory for me—little willow & songsparrow. Many fine old Colonial homes on road to Eaton, and Eaton itself a delight—old churches & meeting houses — —  Back to Sally’s—they persuade me to go on again. East & then south towards Peterboro— —(old square roofed house—and deserted house near Peterboro with old bed)—Peterboro to Cazenovia, S. from Cazenovia to New Woodstock—pick up two boys who had been playing ball in Cazenovia (“we beat them anyway—8 to 5). From New Woodstock to Eaton—very bad road & unpleasant to drive on. * Sally & Red’s friends—Jean & “Smitty—very young people—rather “harum-scarum” but good hearted. A good neighborly feeling between the two couples. They have a baby, “Barry”—not a handsome baby but very appealing because of his friendliness. The baby seems to get worse so we take him to Dr. [He] says nothing to worry about, but advises no food until next morn, and gives