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Friday, May 29, 2020

"When Americans weren't spoiled"

"When you're alone" 5 x 7 300 lb d'Arches cold press paper
I have little patience with these spoiled, profane, narrow-minded and selfish brats who think social distancing, masks and other precautions for the pandemic are an infringement upon their liberties.
I'm not critical of the thousands who have lost their jobs and are near disaster financially. They do need rescuing, and jobs.
Responsible companies are making every effort to help that happen, but the crisis is far from over, both biologically, and financially. We're headed for another depression.
What we need is responsibility, from the top down.
There was a time when most Americans were not so spoiled.
Pioneer days, Depression days, were not perfect, but a vast majority of Americans in a largely rural country, were used to social distancing, since the nearest farm or ranch house might be miles away. And when winter set in, you were really isolated.
Growing up in the West and living on the Great Plains, I'm used to such far distances, and remote farmsteads.
These thoughts were also prompted by reading Willa Cather's My Antonia, about the pioneer life on the Nebraska plains. 
They were tough people who were used to working alone, or with families, but who also helped and cared for their neighbors. 
Being tough and responsible was a key to survival, which didn't leave any room for being spoiled. On the other hand, our urban "culture"....
This watercolor captures that original "social distancing."

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