In Her Words
Election Day: Taking My Husband to Vote
Celebrating our nation’s freedom
-Myrna Blyth, Blyth times
For the last six months I have been trying to encourage parents to take their kids to vote on Election Day. The news reports I’ve been listening to all day tell me it is working. I know my son and daughter-in-law have taken my almost four-year-old granddaughter with them. In fact, I’ve been hearing that more children than ever are going with their parents to the polls and that this time around democracy really is a family affair.
For the first time my husband, who became an American citizen just a couple of years ago, voted as well. My husband is a British journalist and always felt he should not become an American. But because of both practical and patriotic considerations, he finally decided to apply for citizenship. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for him to “forswear all foreign princes and potentates” on the day he took his citizenship oath. Especially since the official in charge asked him if the Queen knew what he was doing.
Our polling place was crowded. One of the poll workers told us crowds had started lining up BEFORE five a.m. and stretched for at least two blocks. Since my husband only registered a couple of months ago, he couldn’t vote in a booth but rather had to use a paper ballot. I wanted him to have the fun of pulling the lever. Still some Americans still do vote the old-fashioned way with pen and paper.
It is a warm bright day here and everyone seems excited and expectant. Election Day seems what it should be, not the end of a long sometimes ugly political battle but rather the joyful celebration of our freedom.