Slowly, David and I are recovering from staying up until midnight election night. Yes, we are political junkies. To me and David, nothing compares with watching the vote come in.
I began my career of following political results on election night as a teenager. In those days, Mom and I watched everything…the nomination process of the two parties, election night results, hearings, you name it. In the early days of TV, most of these events were broadcast by other than C-Span.
Later in life, as a professional demographer, I was tasked via my job with various activities related to elections.
These days, with the exceptions of Virginia, North Carolina, Ohio and Colorado, most states are locked into ‘Red’ or ‘Blue’ voting. I like living in a state where you don’t know who will win until the wee hours of the morning, if then. Although the Washington Post has declared Mark Warner won his campaign for re-election as one of our two Virginia senators, other news sources are holding out.
I have resumed work on my family genealogy, which means I get obsessive about finding this or that record. Because I have a tendency to become lost in my tree, I set myself a goal each day, then move on to something else like fixing a meal or washing a load of clothes. Yesterday, I was showing David the pension records for ancestors who fought for the Union in the Civil War and he says, “I’m going to look for mine.” Unless they were Union prisoners, he won’t have a great deal of luck, I fear. All his ancestors on his dad’s side were German immigrants and their descendants, owned slaves, and fought for the Confederacy. Heck, he has ancestors who were Russian and ancestors who were German and fought each other.
While I was in California, I shared some of the information I had discovered about certain ancestors who settled in New England, some of whom were known as “Indian fighters.” “I wish they weren’t,” I told Wendy, but they were. And with good reason. In that part of the world, the French stirred up the Indians and incited them to kill British settlers during the French and Indian wars.
All my kids and grandkids have American Indian antecedents, so once again I discover we have ancestors who killed each other.
Oh well, time to get over all this race and ethnic divisiveness I think. Under the covers we are a very mixed lot.