Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 I drove on and took the road north from Rushford, on which last summer I painted the cross-roads picture. I parked at the same spot as on that occasion. Just as I was about to leave a school bus came along and dropped off two boys who ran down the road to [their] home prancing and shouting. I took a short walk, gathered some dead weeds for a bouquet, then drove westward & to the road of last Tuesday painting. Eventually I stopped at the hemlock grove at 98 & 243—and ate my supper in the gathering dusk.Then homeward. When I set my sketch up, I felt as tho I had repeated myself. B however, liked the sketch.; ; ; ; ; Wed. Nov. 24—Mending my sketching portfolio etc.Evening B & I to Seneca to see two re-issues—“San Francisco” (the earthquake a marvel of realism) and the Marx Brothers in “A Night at the Opera” still the best “slap-stick” comedians.; ; ; ; Thurs. Nov. 25—Thanksgiving—Altho Art had said he did not know is he could come home or not, I still did not give up hope. At dawn I awoke sure that I had heard knocking on the door & I rushed down expecting to see him, but there was [no one]. A little after eight I called the stations about trains from St. L. They said one had just arrived at 8:00 & the next one would not be until 5:30 P.M. By 8:45 we gave up.All of us to church—then M & H to Luck’s & we had our dinner alone—very enjoyable [notwithstanding]. Late P.M. for walk—Evening M & H on with Peggy—Hank & I a game of rummy which H won. I brought in all the woods pictures (as I had done earlier for B & I) for comparisons with the last sketch. It was a relief to see that I had not repeated myself after all.