Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

There was a flat topped stove at one side with two of the lids off, revealing glowing hot coals inside. Seizing a hooked poker, I shouted “All right, let’s end everything” and catching the hook in the stove I overturned it, scattering the red coals over the floor and filling the place with steam & smoke. My actions seemed to do something to the farmer—white faced, he whispered hoarsely “Go, go, get out, and never come back”—at this point I awoke.; ; ; ; ; ______________An amusing, or perhaps I should say—embarrassing incident in town—coming up to a street intersection—A thin middle—aged negro lady was half—way across. As she hesitated to allow me to proceed, I smiled and nodded my head to indicate that she should go ahead. Evidently she interpreted my action as flirtation for she simpered, and raised her shoulders, and grinned, all in a manner that she was plainly making sport of me. I was both amused and annoyed.; ; ; ; ; July 21 (Mon)—24—B & I on vacation into Pennsylvania. Our route—219 to 242 (Ashford)—16 to Hinsdale—408 to Cuba—305 to Portville, 17 to Ceres—44 to Coudersport—6 to Gaines and beyond (overnight at Pine Creek Lodge Cabins)—July 22—6 to Wellsboro—84 to 220 Larry’s Creek (Susquehanna River) 220 to Jersey Shore—44 to 880—880 to Carroll—