Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 {75 to Yates Center then 54 west.} Hot afternoon – strong S.W. wind, dust in the air. The first impact of the vast rolling country very thrilling – elemental. Air full of dust at times – tumble weeds rushing endlessly across the road – loneliness, no telegraph or telephone wires. The road stretching out to infinity straight for miles and miles.{Then 77 at El Dorado –}The grass colors beautiful – orange yellow, sun-lit rich reddish brown, pastel shades of pale brown pink, pale ochre, and light gray creamy white, and some weed that gave off a slate gray color. With the sunlit, fields of dead grass against a blue-black eastern sky. I thought of “My Antonia”.217 mi. – 4:00 – Stopped for gas. Augusta.250.5 Winfield – 5:15 –Met M.A. on street in front of her home. She had seen us coming and was running, All of us to Hotel LaGonda where we checked in – across the street to the ‘Harbour” where we got had dinner. A little walk about town, to hotel for a talk then M.A to her home. ; ; ; ; ; Saturday – Oct. 16.Slept until almost noon. Went to “Home”—met LaVera & Violet – To the Harbour for lunch with M.A. – stopped and met the Zehnder’s (sic) (rev. Zehnder a bluff hearty sort of person) – then to Cullison’s “Frankie & George” – cleaned out lunch box – Out to Virginia’s – Three boys in yard – dog – Virginia & Dean converting their back porch into part of the kitchen. ; After talking awhile V takes us to see Grace Raymond (Boys acting up, “for our benefit”)