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Crippled since infancy, she had a lot of trouble getting around. But she was proud to exercise her franchise. It was never a burden to stay informed and vote with careful deliberation. She knew America was stronger for her efforts.
She also knew the fight was not over. She knew women would face a lot of resistance when they went to vote. She signed up to be a polling place judge. Raised some eyebrows, I am sure ;) But Granny knew without someone to keep an eye on the good ol boys, too many women would not be able to exercise their right to vote. It was important. She served every election from then on.
In 1960, she was in frail health and hospitalized a few times. One of those times was as the state's primary approached. She checked herself out of the hospital, against doctors' orders. She got up on election day and had GP drive her down to her polling place assignment.
Soon as he got home and got his boots off, a youngster ran up and shouted to him to get down to the church basement fast as, "Mrs Weed has taken awful sick".
By the time he got there, a trip of just 3 blocks, she was gone. Died with her boots on, so to speak. Died in service to the nation as far as I'm concerned. Died doin what was important and what even an old crippled women could do to share in the defense of democracy.
To the women AND men who helped America better serve the ideal of Democracy by working toward equality and justice for ALL :patriot:
The the men AND women who have defended that democracy, be it in battles abroad, or in the battles at home :patriot:
To guys like BOSSHOG, Saigon68, and our other DU vets :patriot: & many, many thanks.
To the ladies who bucked the system because it was broken without their participation :patriot:
To my ol granny, and the ladies who inspired her, and to my daughter, who carries on the fight :patriot:
Cherish the ladies who cherish the promise of all America should be.
Thanks, Grandma, thanks.
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