From the cradle to the grave she is subject to the power and control of man. Father, guardian, or husband, one conveys her like some piece of merchandise over to the other.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When a father of a daughter dies, you elevate them. And you sort of deify them.
In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.
My grandmother could never have written a memoir, so 'The Gravedigger's Daughter' is a homage to her life, and to the lives of other young women of her generation, which are so rarely articulated.
Where the daughter sees power, the mother feels powerless. Daughters and mothers, I found, both overestimate the other's power - and underestimate their own.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.
Dad was a very gentle, sweet man. Mum was the matriarch and the patriarch of the family. She ran the roost with a steel fist, but at the same time there was respect and love for her.
As it stands, motherhood is a sort of wilderness through which each woman hacks her way, part martyr, part pioneer; a turn of events from which some women derive feelings of heroism, while others experience a sense of exile from the world they knew.
The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.
A woman always has her man, but the man unconsciously leans on his roots, his heritage. He feels like an orphan without his parents.
Since the beginning, a woman's first and most important role has been ushering into mortality spirit sons and daughters of our Father in Heaven.