Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

Last night M.A. & C. left for Kansas City. (M.A. to go later to Linfield, Kansas to start on her new job (child welfare). For days we have been dreading this new parting and as the time drew closer, it seemed more & more impossible that it should take place.; The train was crowded, and the only seat available for them was one at the end, of the car, situated so that they would have to ride backwards.; In the evening we took our lunch out to Chestnut Ridge. It was pleasant here, a nice haze from the east.—Later Hank & Mort came down.; Monday Art started his job with Colonial Radio—his hours 3:30 P.M. to 12:00.; Tues. A.M. Got new glasses from Hagen. He “sharpened” up my reading & distance both.; Tues. Evening—Carl Scheaffer & his friend David Partridge in for a visit.; ; ; ; ; __________________; This afternoon while I was at work on a frame at my outdoor bench, a storm came up.; In August the thunder of an approaching storm has greater power & dignity than in early summer—it is more deep [CD] too, more sullen and ominous. The pre-storm hush was broken at times in the sad wistful call of the wood [CD]—it recalled hot sultry afternoons at the “Dutchman’s,” when the deep blue gray clouds above the western hills had not yet dimmed the “brilliant sunshine