W: Winter is Coming

This month I am participating in the April 2012 Blogging From A-Z Challenge. I will be blogging every day this month with Sundays off (except for April 1) using a letter of the alphabet in order from A through Z. So, Basically, beginning with April 1, my topic will be themed on something with the letterA, then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on until I finish on April thirtieth with the theme based on the letter Z.

 

W: "Winter is Coming."

     I am currently reading A Game of Thrones, by George R. R. Martin.  This is the first book in the A Song of Ice and Fire series.

     Warnings of harsh times ahead are touted by different characters who repeat the foreboding phrase: “winter is coming."

     In the following passage, the ancient nursemaid, Nan, describes winter to Bran, the child she takes care of.

“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Old Nan said quietly, “what do you know of fear?  Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north.  Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the dire wolves grow gaunt and hungry and the white walkers move through the woods.”

"Thousands and thousands of years ago, a winter fell that was cold and hard and endless beyond all memory of man.  There came a night that lasted a generation, and kings shivered and died in their castles even as the swineherds in their hovels.  Women smothered their children rather than see them starve, and cried, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks.” Her voice and her needles fell silent, and she glanced up at Bran with pale, filmy eyes and asked, “So child. This is the sort of story you like?”

      I have known this winter.   This is the winter of mine, just past.  Cold bitterness has gripped my heart and encased it in ice.  I was a summer child who knew nothing of winter, until this winter of mine,  just past. 

     My fear is now of long nights of fitful sleep where white walkers come to me in my dreams to remind me of my loss, in this winter of mine just past.   The sun's rays do not warm my heart as my tears lay frozen inside, in this winter of mine, just past. 

    No, this is not the sort of story I like.  For I did not want my child to die in this winter of mine, just past. 

 To read all of the entries in Anna's Diary from Jan. 1, 1929 to today click http://www.lganhouraway.com/p/annas-diary.html

Here is today’s entry from Anna’s Diary:

Friday, April 26, 1929

Sunshine again.  Lunch at Mrs. Wittenburg’s.  Lovely.  Stayed home all evening.  Jean & Junior to bed very early.  Stayed up alone.  Felt blue, depressed. 

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