Emily Lopez
L. Servais
March 8, 2011
English 100
Father like Daughter
When I was a small child I always yearned for a father that shared the same interests as I did. All I ever wanted was his presence. When he was around all I wanted was his undivided attention, but that rarely ever happened. He was always gone fishing or hunting; it seemed like one of the seasons was always present. When he was home he was either gutting fish, or skinning a deer. This was my father’s passion. I on the other hand, was disgusted with what his hobbies entailed. I was interested in singing and dancing and role-playing as a Nurse. In my mind, all of these things that I loved to do as a child sounded normal to me, but not to my father. He was not interested in any of the things that I loved as a child. He was always to consumed with his very own passion, hunting and fishing. Whenever I bothered him with my interests he would always tell me “not right now hun, I am busy, maybe later.” Later never came. After a while I got tired of asking him to play or listen to me, and in time we drifted apart.
When reading the short story “Shooting Dad” I found a connection to Sarah Vowell . Although Sarah and her father’s passion are different from my father and I, I felt a connection. I understood her pain, and madness. It was a love and hate relationship that her and her father shared. For example; “Dad and I started bickering earnest when I was fourteen, after the 1984 Democratic National Convention. I was so excited when Walter Mondale chose Geraldine Ferraro as his running mate that I taped the front page of the newspaper with her picture on it the refrigerator door…Somehow, that picture ended up in the trash all the way across the room.” (Pg. 434) This demonstrates that her and her father both carry a passion for politics’, yet they did not agree on political parties. Over time this made them grow apart, they were not able to converse about elections without an argument. I can relate to this quote because when I was a child I would write down a song and I would place it anywhere I could think of, in hopes that maybe my father would read it and ask me to sing it or perform it. Instead I would get yelled at for leaving things around the house, and be threatened that if my prized possession piece of paper was not picked up, it would be thrown away. I just remember being crushed; I think that Sarah felt the same way. Even though her and her father did not agree on the Democratic National Convention’s running mate, he had to go the extra mile and throw the picture away. Just to show her that he did not agree with her. As a child you begin to think that your not liked and sometimes not loved. Or that something is wrong with the way that you think. I began to think this as a teenager; I always wondered how or why my father and I thought so differently. How could he not want me to sing for him? As goes for Sarah, even though they did not agree on the parties, I believe she would of liked to be able to converse about political events, but it was not possible without an argument.
As the years went by and I grew from a teenager to a young adult, my new obsession became college. My father’s infatuation stayed the same, hunting and fishing. This time I was so used to him being gone, I rarely spoke to him on the phone and never really saw him. I still continued on with what I loved, which is school. I am eager to graduate college and become a nurse, this does not interest my father, and I feel that he could careless. Which in some ways I do not understand, as a child I was always role -playing that I was a nurse. I always wanted to help anytime anyone was hurt. Yet he shows no interest that I am carrying on my excitement of role-playing into reality. Sarah’s father did not show any appeal to her love for art either, he was to consumed with his obsession, he was always in his shop manufacturing firearms. For example; “ There were years and years where he would hid out by himself in a garage making rifle barrels and I holed up in my room reading…and we were incapable of having a conversation that didn’t end in an argument.” (Pg.434) It is painful to not have your father involved with something that you are passionate about, yet I am not sure why it hurts me so. It should be expected that he would not be interested in my schooling due to the fact that he was not interested in my role-playing as a child. Just like Sarah with her art, he father was not at all interested in her passion for art as a child, why would he be interested in it now with her as an adult, is the question I ask.
I believe, as we get older we start to realize that our parents are not going to be around forever. You have to consider whether the bad feelings and problems that build up over the years are worth the distance between father and daughter. Although I have not had the same kind of closure that Sarah has had in the story, I would now like to open the door to my father and allow myself to show him that I may not be interested in his fishing or hunting, but I would not mind having a conversation about his next trip. I think that it may possibly give him a peace of mind and maybe it will create a new start to our relationship that is greatly needed. I just have to understand that our interests in life are vastly different, and if something where to happen to my father, at least I can say that I tried to engage in conversation with him about his hobbies. It would give me the closure that I need to put this all behind me. Reading this story helped me realize that it’s possible that my father and I are alike in some ways also; we are both very passionate people and strive to do our best with what we believe our passion is. Sarah got the closure that she needed to move on in her life, when she went to the mountain with her father to shoot off the cannon. Clearly, she was not going because she was fascinated with cannon’s, but to show her father that she cared and loved him for whom he was. When she was there with her father she came to the realization that they are the same person, just in a different way. “I look over at my fathers cannon, then down at my microphone, and I think Oh. My God. My dad and I are the same person. Were both smart- alecky loners with goofy projects and equipment.” (Pg. 439) This example shows that she had matured and realized that she and her father are more alike than she had ever imagined. I think that this scared Sarah in a way because she did not notice growing up how much they were alike, yet in such a different way. Sarah now had the closure that she needed to forgive her father for the detached childhood that she grew up with.