Post Office, Pleasant Hill, Missouri
In the spring of 1939, with a mural to paint for Pleasant Hill, portents of a biolence to engulf the whole world were literally in the air. A radio in the living-room-become-studion brought us daily blasts of bad news from Europe; we heard the hysterical yammering of a madman under a huge swastika and we heard him answered in waves of sound vast as doom, Heil! Heil! Heil!
I painted a mural of some forlorn people standing on a piece of desolated ground, after a war. I gave it a title: “Back Home, April, 1865.”
The painting was well received, and so were we, when Sarah and I went to Pleasant Hill and attached the canvas to the wall in the post office lobby at the end of May, 1939. More that twenty-five years later I received a cordial letter and a newspaper clipping from the young editor of the Pleasant Hill Times, a man whom I had never met, saying, “Nearly every week someone writes the postmaster, a city official or the Pleasant Hill Chamber of Commerce for information and a photograph of the mural.”
Tom Lea, A Picture Gallery, Boston: Little Brown and Company, p. 31.
