So far my weekend is going well. Today, I watched some movies, played some video games, and just took it easy.
One of the movies I watched was The Wind, a Western/Horror film. I remember seeing the trailer last year, and was surprised to find it streaming on Showtime. I enjoyed watching it, and I think the movie was just what I needed.
With the uncertainty of everything going on right now, I need some examples of human beings overcoming hardships. The Wind was obviously a fictional story, but it reminded me of how people can overcome harsh environments like the Old West.
My fear for the future is less about the spread of the coronavirus and more about the collapsing of our economy. I don’t have a large family or a huge support network, so when trouble like this arises it concerns me. Having flirted with homelessness off and on a few times, I’ve always had a fear of not having someplace to stay. That fear has hung over me for years. But, recently, that fear as evaporated and I finally settled into a nice life that now is feeling threatened. My old survival techniques are kicking in and I’m just not sure what to make of it all. Do I over-prep and possibly rest easier, or do I just try and be calm and make adjustments at the last minute? Which of these decisions will actually bring me the most peace?
A few years ago, I sat down with my grandmother and asked her about our family history. I sat in her living room and listened to her go on and on about people I’d never heard of and stories I’d never heard before. She jokingly asked me if I was “pumping her for information before she died” and I smiled and said yes which made her laugh and she continued on.
One of my questions to her was how did my family react to The Great Depression. My grandmother was actually during in the Great Depression, so I just wondered if she knew how things went. She said she did, but unfortunately the answer wasn’t all that exciting. She said that nothing much changed. “We didn’t notice.” My family had always been poor and the collapsing of Wall Street was barely felt in the mountains of North Carolina. My family went on growing their own food, raising their own livestock, and sewing their own clothes. They traded items with neighbors and apparently my great-grandfather was known to say, “There is always someone who needs a fence painted” meaning there is always some sort of work out there.
I don’t live in the mountains, I don’t have a farm, and I don’t sew my own clothes, but I come from the type of people who did. I come from stubborn mountain folk who were good simple people and just knowing that makes me think that no matter what happens over the next few months, I’m going to be alright.