Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

and orderly in all its details, that it seemed real beyond the usual experience of this sort. The illusion was so strong that when at last I awoke, it was a distinct shock to find it was, only a dream. (For of course I was overjoyed at the prospect of having $500,000 to do as I wished with). First, I received the usual notification to go to a certain law office where I would “receive information concerning a legacy to my advantage”—None of the personnel were familiar to me. The legacy (or a copy) was shown to me, and with it was the money itself, five bonds with a value each of $100,000. (They were about 6x10 winches, printed in black and green). At my amazement over my good fortune, one of the men smiled in an amused manner. I took the legacy & bonds and went home to tell Bertha of our good picture—Together we went over the will. In it were named about six or seven other legacies. (none of the names remain none that of the benefactor). Suddenly it came to me—the inheritance tax would take most of it—then I realized they were bonds, and only the income would be taxed. We planned what we should do with it—I said to B “Well, now we’re going to paper the whole house from top to bottom”—and then we decided to give $100 to the organ fund of the church”—while we were planning a trip around the world, I awoke.Early P.M.—to station to meet Louise. The train was on time, and we were soon home. The afternoon spent on talking. Late P.M. Louise & I in studio.; An enjoyable evening talking recalling old times and discussing the Carnegie Pictures & similar subjects.; At bedtime, take Pal out in backyard for airing. The waning moon (about ¾ full) low in the northeast, just above the row of poplars. Suddenly the whole scene was transformed in a way I can hardly describe. It assumed over as part of remote, primitive [CD]—much more vast than our village site actually is, as tho I were standing near the edge of a plateau, and beyond that receding line of poplar trees, was a limitless expanse of moonlit lowlands.