This winter has been long, cold and snowy. More snow is
expected tonight and tomorrow. Everywhere I have heard people complain about
how bad it is. But is it really? I suggest that we are fortunate to live
through the winter with the amenities that technology has given us. We have
electricity for light in the long cold nights, various types of fuel to heat
our homes against the harsh cold, indoor plumbing for necessary bodily
functions, cars to drive through the well plowed roads to our chosen
destinations.
Many of us can recall some depictions of winter in other
times when people lived without the comforts we have. We read Laura Ingalls
Wilder’s book, The Long Winter, about
the Ingalls family barely surviving in the Dakota Territory in the 1800s. They
stayed in their rural home in bitter cold with little food for the long winter.
And they survived to live on in better days. The book, Doctor Zhivago, by Boris Pasternak, told of harsh winters in Moscow
and the Urals in the early days of the Russian revolution. I read the book and
remember the movie, in which the wolves howled outside near Zhivago and Tonia
while they nestled under blankets for warmth, and Zhivago and Lara while they huddled close to the heating stove where they wouldn’t freeze. That was winter!
The movie industry showed it well.
Winter is described with great intensity in the well
known poem, Snowbound, by John
Greenleaf Whittier (http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/whitt02.html).
In our family, when our kids were young, Rick quoted it every time we had a
snowstorm:
“The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray.
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.”
That wasn’t all. Rick would call up the stairs to John
and the girls, again quoting Whittier’s poem:
“A prompt,
decisive man, no breath
Our father wasted: ‘Boys, a path!”
It was time to shovel the driveway and sidewalk.
As far as I know, this winter, while long and cold, has
not been memorialized in literature, although it has dominated television news.
The Ingalls family, Zhivago, and Whittier did not have television to show us
what winter is like at its worst. They told us what it was like to live with
it. We are living with it in greater comfort. We can stop complaining now.