Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 Sept. 26 – (Sun.) –Late P.M. – To Seneca to see [Abbott] & Costello in (ditto names) Meet Frankenstein – a slow paced movie packed with innumerable clichés – incredibly boring, as we should have known.; ; ; ; ; Sept. 27 (Mon.) – A dream – ; ; ; ; (See: the Midwestern trip – the Salem episode)In Salem – on Sixth Street, but everything strange and different. Having lost our dog Pal, I went in & out of back yards, calling him. Finally I thought I saw him in a yard at the end of the street but when I went up to him, it proved to be a female, very friendly, the “brown” was a deep maroon color & the hair very fine & wavy. I then went upGoing thru an alley & over a fence, I came out upon the roof of a restaurant, just one story above the street. Across the street were stoves lit up by a late summer afterglow – it was Saturday evening and everybody was out marketing. It seemed to be such a warm friendly atmosphere. I walked to the edge of the roof to look down into the street – at this moment a pale young man climbed over the parapet and putting his hands on my shoulder he said in an oily coaxing voice – “Come on lets you & I go for a walk, we’ll have fun” – Disgusted, I said “Take your hands off of me, you filthy swine” & turned & went inside the building – he followed, trying to catch hold of me & swearing at me, but I escaped to the street.I was not going up Fifth St., eastward & had resumed my search for Pal