Heck, it was the main reason my parents, (and grandparents for that matter) subscribed to The Saturday Evening Post for decades..
I liked it when I was a kid, I like it even more now.
Same with movies... It is incredibly rare when I like something the critics love.... Of course these days, it is rare that they make a movie that I like at all.
I have already held forth on the subject, but I cannot resist adding to this. I was a mere lad in 1948 in England. They sold textiles and I delivered them with a cockney van driver. The secretary had the Saturday Evening Post delivered to him. There we were, still on rationing. I was allowed the reading of the magazine.
Wot a bloomin' paradise over there! A wonderland no less. Ok, sure it was not simply perfect as Rockwell painted it, but we wondered why, having "won the war" we still had hard scrabble.
I have rambled on too long but..... I have come to this conclusion. The damn fools had bought ideas that this America was wrong. They were corrupted by elite thinkers and others that the America of Rockwell had to be changed.
They should have gone to some third world country and tried to find out why persons risked death. Risked death or privation to come to American and sample Rockwell's cosy little cafes, the town hall meetings, the high school graduations and baseball.
What a rant. I have Wiser's Deluxe in hand.