Those Winter Sundays

In the poem “Those Winter Sundays” the author talks about his hardworking father and all the things he did for his family with no thanks or appreciation. The questions in this situation would be, why did the father continue to do all these things to make it easier for the family constantly even though he was thanked or showed appreciation for his work? and why did the author and his family not help or thank the father?

In my opinion the reason the author and the family is so indifferent to the father i assume would be because the dad maybe also had constant anger issues and even though he did nice things for them, they were somewhat fearful of him. Possibly the father could be remorseful and does these things to and try to accommodate for past actions, or it could simply be the love of a father.

For the father it is more generally understood, that a good father takes care of his family no matter what. One assumes that everything he did was with good intention. In the poem the authors says, ” I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm he’d call.” From this one can infer that the father would brave the cold and go chop wood for fire and come back and heat the house and wait till the house was fully heated before the family would come out. Though one thanked him, he knows his duty as a father and shows his love though his actions.

In all the fathers actions in the end seemed to make the author question why his father did these things without being thanked, and also led him to question a fathers love.

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2 thoughts on “Those Winter Sundays

  1. I absolutely agree with your opinion. Because In the poem “Those winter days” even though the author’s tone is from the father’s son or his daughter’s opinion, still I can feel the father’s love and tremendous hard work for his family. He has to wake up every day early morning even Sundays as well because the poem indicated “Sundays too.” He wakes up everyday early with his ached and cracked hands from the weekdays to go out during the cold winter against the harsh wind to get something for his family. As you said nobody thanked him in his family.
    In your second paragraph, the family is so indifferent to the father; maybe you are right. There might have some kind of unvarying and unresolved anger that the family may have against the father from the past even though he does work hard for his family. I also had a thought that the author tries to express the issues which both her parents had with each other which resulted in chronic anger; thus the author couldn’t be thankful to her father fearing bias against the mother; however, the father continues to perform his patriarchal duties regardless of the feedback of the family.

  2. I agree with your point of view. The father is taking care of his responsibilities to take of the family. Like you said he did all this without any kind of thank you and nobody really appreciation.
    He wakes up early everyday and goes to work and to top it off he also wakes up on Sundays to heat the house just to keep his family warm and comfortable. In “Those Winter Sundays” it states specifically that “No one ever thanked him.” To me it seams that at the end it comes back to the author not realizing how hard their father worked to take care of them and in the end realizes he or she devalued him growing up. The last two lines of the poem states “What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?” This statement really shows that the author realized how much his father really cared for his family. The author may have not been very emotional but as you stated he showed how much he cared for his family by his actions instead. Its not that he did not love his family, his family just misunderstood the way he loved them.

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