I used to complain to my parents that they, along with my grandparents lived through such amazing historical years for America and I was left with nada for my generation. That was pre-the first Iraqi war in the 90s, pre-9/11, pre-the present war, and of course pre-the first black American president.
Two years ago today, is one of the few times in life that I will always remember. I'll remember where I was and how I felt and all the minute details of my surroundings. It was a day that will be in textbooks for years to come. It was the day that Barack Obama was innaugurated as the 44th president of our country.
I was standing alongside a Renee in our school's library, watching the ceremony on the only TV that could access cable. We crammed in all interested students to watch before they headed off to lunch. It was silent, with the occasional whisper. The faces of my co-workers reminded me of kids on Christmas morning, anxious to hear what was going to come next.
It was amazing to feel as though I was a piece of this history. The feeling grew when I returned to my computer and saw this picture that my friend had sent. It's her daughter and the other todlers at daycare. It made me proud to be an American in a time when that is not always easy to say.
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Thanks for sharing that picture again. It is one to cherish. ~mom~
ReplyDeleteThis was such a good picture. As I read your blog my daughter is sitting next to me studing for her test.... womens rights and their right to vote...19th amendment. Maybe one of these girls will be a future president!!
ReplyDeleteYep I remember. It's interesting to see how divided this country has become politically as a result of that election. I guess all I can see is that the people of this country took a step forward socially by electing Obama, but it's not the color of his skin that has caused the disconnect. No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose. I guess change of all kinds cause growing pains.
ReplyDeleteSo much of our lives are defined by extraordinary moments. The first event that marked time in my life was the assassination of JFK--I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. I can remember watching the ONE tv we had all night and my dad reassuring me that everything would be alright.
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