|Robin Foster, November 2, 2010|
Tears almost welled up as I remembered that this type of freedom had not always been enjoyed by my ancestors, and women were denied the right even longer. I could feel Beverly looking down on me pleased that I was not having to look over my shoulder to see who was watching or worried that I would be harassed.
I have never felt these impressions in this way on other election days. Casting your vote for a person of your choosing truly is an expression of gratitude for past sacrifices and symbolic of the freedoms we hold dear. I am glad to have happened on historical records documenting my ancestor in his struggle for the freedoms I enjoy.
After I completed the ballot and turned to leave, their stood a friend and we exchanged a warm hug. This was again a complete contrast to the way things were in 1868 and in 1876. How we have progressed.
I love The United States of America, and I particularly love South Carolina. I am walking in the footsteps of many of my maternal ancestors who were born, worked, and died in this state. Today I carved out more memories for my posterity to cherish.