Degree Type

Thesis

Date of Award

1981

Degree Name

Master of Arts

Department

English

Abstract

My preference for rooms with lots of windows full of yellow sunlight--and for dark-haired, affectionate men-- goes back to the house I grew up in. Often I'd stand in the back hallway between the kitchen and Father's study and watch him sitting at his desk. He worked every evening on his sermons, his large hands turning pages in the winking blue light of the fluorescent lamp. That room was off-limits, and when he'd look up and right at me, saluting his gray-blond hair back from his forehead, I'd wonder why his face wouldn't change. It took me a long time to realize that he really couldn't see me there in the darkness. I wanted to go in there and have him talk to me the way he must have talked to people from the parish who would knock at the door sometimes, needing to talk. Those times he'd close both doors to the study, and I'd go up to my bedroom until he'd say my name at the bottom of the stairs. Before Mother had died, when I was seven, I'd spent my evenings with her.

DOI

https://doi.org/10.31274/rtd-180813-5233

Publisher

Digital Repository @ Iowa State University, http://lib.dr.iastate.edu

Copyright Owner

Mary Brown Howard

Language

en

Date Available

June 4, 2013

File Format

application/pdf

File Size

125 pages

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