Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

steak in an iron platter. Call Evie. She is going to a dinner).; We passed a point below, Yorkville, where our guide book said was located Gene Stratton Porter Cabin in the woods, where she had planted 20,000 varieties of wild flowers. We were tempted to stop but decided we had better go on. (We shall probably always regret it.)— ; The low meadows of jet black loam.—Rows of poplar trees as wind-breaks to prevent wind erosion.; Valpo by 8:45 (Central Time)—Our Hotel not very attractive, or the room, but clean & comfortable. Call Evie’s sorority house. Not back yet. Ellen asks us to come over to the house. So we go. A nice group of young people, who were as nice to us as could be. But I was so tired I could hardly keep awake, and eventually we gave it up & returned to the Hotel. A few moments later Eve called & then came down to the hotel to see us.June 14—(Saturday)—Very cold—sky heavily over-cast. Late breakfast (slight argument with the cafeteria attendants which ended amicably enough). To Evie’s house. She & Ellen preparing lunch for our projected trip to the “dunes.”—A constant milling about in the house.; Soon we are on our way. The yellow wild iris.—The dunes very beautiful & unusual. Surrounded by dense groves of oak. Our lunch in one of these—Almost too cold to be comfortable. Climb one of the dunes.; Then to La Porte to have dinner with Ellen’s Family. A very pleasant occasion. A fine family, the children well trained but full of fun.; Back to Valpo for the Reception. The beautiful pine tree. Curious inky black quality to the shadowed side of trees.