Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 Our dinner in B’s room.Letters to Art & Cathie—Evening –a game of rummy. Feb. 7—Monday—B still in bed. I called the Dr. he said nothing to worry about—that she could get up tomorrow.Letter from M.A.—She has received application blank from Addison, Illinois—Feb. 8—Tuesday—A beautiful sunny shining like day—P.M. sketch from the “top” of our lot S.W. winds. Prior to beginning everything seemed to go wrong, difficulty getting the easel out of the shed; then it blew over—then the wind literally tore my mounted paper away from the clips—then I knocked over a pail of water, drenching one foot.In spite of all that—fine to be out in the open painting again. A fairly good sketch.Feb. 9—Wed.Evening—alone to the Olmsted opening at the gallery. A real “crush” of people—almost impossible to move and the din was terrific. Harold was in his element “—a loveable personality. I envied him his human “at-ease”-ness. (Saw Mrs. Thompson—daughter of Mrs. M.)—who