The landscape in “My Antonia” "This country was mostly wild pasture and as naked as the back of your hand. I was little and homesick and lonely and my mother was homesick and nobody paid any attention to us. So the country and I had it out together and by the end of the first autumn,that shaggy grass country had gripped me with a passion I have never been able to shake." -Willa Cather (…showed first 75 words of 748 total…

…showed last 75 words of 748 total…a tired driver passed the wooden cross, I am sure, without wishing well to the sleeper. (pg77) When we think of the landscape, Shimerdas becomes a part of it, a human being implanted in the soil forever. It is, then, through the passing of generations that we come to mark our time in a place. The remains of those generations remind us of our past;humble monuments like Shimerdas' grave remind us to honor it.