Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Small d
Yesterday turned out to be busier than I planned--some kind of holiday or sumpthin', you know how that can be. :) So I didn't get to go take part in early voting (which started yesterday in Colorado) until today.
That worked out even better, though, because I got to drag my grandkids and Mike along, and immerse them in the small d democratic process. First we dropped off a string of blue and white lights to Dem headquarters (so they can light up the posters in the window at night), then we headed over to the county courthouse.
Parts of this edifice, which stands on Main Street in the more or less middle of town, are older than me and the four kids galloping alongside me put together. So they marveled at war monuments, the big brass doors, the marble steps and fancy trim that led to the County Clerk's office on the second floor...as I rode up in the elevator, which is also fairly ancient for its kind, but still wheezing along.
The four election ladies are pillars of our little community who have been active in this sort of thing a LONG time. Like most busy, community service minded matriarchal types (something I hope to be when I grow up), they were delighted to have some adorable children to explain things to. Several little pairs of big blue eyes studied me closely as I darkly colored in my ovals on the PAPER BALLOT. (Mock us ruralites if you will, but at least our votes will count. Probably.)
And after all that civics and history, we went to Wal-mart.
That worked out even better, though, because I got to drag my grandkids and Mike along, and immerse them in the small d democratic process. First we dropped off a string of blue and white lights to Dem headquarters (so they can light up the posters in the window at night), then we headed over to the county courthouse.
Parts of this edifice, which stands on Main Street in the more or less middle of town, are older than me and the four kids galloping alongside me put together. So they marveled at war monuments, the big brass doors, the marble steps and fancy trim that led to the County Clerk's office on the second floor...as I rode up in the elevator, which is also fairly ancient for its kind, but still wheezing along.
The four election ladies are pillars of our little community who have been active in this sort of thing a LONG time. Like most busy, community service minded matriarchal types (something I hope to be when I grow up), they were delighted to have some adorable children to explain things to. Several little pairs of big blue eyes studied me closely as I darkly colored in my ovals on the PAPER BALLOT. (Mock us ruralites if you will, but at least our votes will count. Probably.)
And after all that civics and history, we went to Wal-mart.
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