Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

several years ago. It was about the Dawson medal. Covering the title with my hands, I fooled B also—she did not recognize me!; ; ; ; ; Nov 12 (Wed.); Car to Nenner for chain fitting & anti-freeze.; Letter from F.R.—a heartening letter about the show, (but scarcely any sales.)—; Day spent on odd jobs about study—some cleaning up in yard, putting away benches etc, a partly cloudy cold brilliant day with dramatic “sun-behind cloud effects—I seem to be dead artistically.; ; ; ; ; Nov. 14 (Fri.)—; Days of indecision & inability to make the decision to go out painting, which makes me “hate” myself.; P.M. B & I to Buffalo, she shopping & I out to Art Institute to look at and buy some new paper they had just received.—Don Bums, Gorski, Pratt etc.; (Thurs. night B & I to Strand to see “Desert Fury”—); ; ; ; ; Nov. 15 (Sat.); Altho snow was promised “over the radio” and on my walk to the post office I could almost “taste” snow in the raw east wind, and mists had reduced the sun to a dim glow, I nevertheless, decided to go out painting.; Southward on the Center St. Road out of E. Aurora.—Had in mind the woods above Glenwood (on Center St.) and before I reached my destination, a few flakes of snow had commenced to fall. After parking the car, I made a brief excursion into the west woods. Very cold, but the very