Friday Five: Civic Duties

As posted by yours truly at RevGalBlogPals:

It’s that season of the year when lawn signs are sprouting as surely as flowers
in the spring; elections are just around the corner. And so today we bring you a
Civic Duty Friday Five.

1) How old were you when you voted for the first
time? I was 19. I was very excited to finally be voting myself, since I had been going to the polls all my life and considered voting to be of major importance. I was 19 because I turned 18 in an off-year.

2) What was the contest at the top of the ballot? It was the 1980 Presidential Election, in which I voted for President Carter. Such a good man. I knew as I voted for him that he would not win.

3) Can you
walk to your polling place? I could, but it’s a little further than is convenient and is actually on the way home from work, when I am in the car anyway. This neighborhood used to vote just a couple of blocks from here, and in those days I did walk, since the parking was miserable at the polling place. Which I think is why they moved the polling place.

4) Have you ever run for public
office? No.

5) Have you run for office in a club or school or on a board? Yes. My great triumph? I was elected President of the A Capella Choir at my high school. Woohoo! As an adult I’ve been an officer for a number of boards or organizations, but in most cases I wouldn’t call it "running" for office, more like volunteering or being drafted. I am the first woman to be President of an ecumenical board in my community, and I’m pretty proud of that fact.

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2 thoughts on “Friday Five: Civic Duties”

  1. My first political memory is of handing out campaign literature in front of the neightborhood polling place, next to Monumental Methodist Church and across from Dr. Oast’s office — for your Dad!
    I think you must have been there as well, because I have a very clear memory of us handing out leaflets together, although it may have been some other occasion than election day.
    It was the mid-sixties, and I was far too young to realize that there was more to be excited about than dressing up in my Sunday clothes — complete with lace-edged white socks and Mary Janes — and I did not understand what a change your dad’s election represented.
    He was a wonderful person, gentle and thoughtful and quietly courageous, with one of the sweetest smiles I have ever seen on a man. I’m glad I got my political baptism in a place with his name on the ballot.
    I spend my life in politics now, and it’s challenging work. I wish he was still here to talk to about all the problems our world is facing. And there’s still a little girl inside of me who hopes she would make him proud.

  2. I don’t think there’s any question he would be proud of you and all you are and all you do.
    I love thinking of our little girl selves standing there together.
    In 1972, I received a bitter foreshadowing in that same spot on election day when I was handing a leaflet to a man who pushed it back toward me and said, “I’m voting the straight Republican ticket.” How could he?!!?!! How could he go to my daddy’s own church to vote and not vote for my daddy?

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