
… where the citizens express their opinions. This banner was seen in the sky over downtown Decatur on Friday, Oct.30.
Overheard a couple of people talking today about voting next week – discussing the fact that historically the option to vote prior to the actual election day in November was not a choice. You either requested an absentee ballot, or showed up on election day.. One of the pair had received an absentee ballot and actually returned it, hoping it would be received in time for the vote to be included in the totals. The other was planning to go someplace nearby, often a community center or a church that will open a fellowship hall to the public, for twelve hours to be used as a polling place.
Listening to the talk about going to vote next week, on Election Day, caused some reflection about the first time I voted in a national election. Most high school students by the time they are ready to graduate are of the age to register to vote. That does not mean they will do it: No guarantee they will take their ID and go to register to be eligible for casting a ballot in local, state, national elections – just that they are eligible, and need to take that first step.
If you don’t vote, you don’t get to complain, right?
It is more than likely my desire to become a registered voter was influenced by seeing the value my parents and grandparents put on exercising their rights at the polls. When just a small kid, there was an awareness that both of my parents were involved in the process. My mom went to the courthouse, expecting to be there at the central polling place for the county for twelve hours. From the time the doors opened for the first voter at 7 am, until the last voter had the door closed and locked behind them at 7 pm.
When those doors were closed behind the last voter in line, and the ballots secured: my dad would hand off children to my mom who went home after an exhausting day on that hard marble floor. He would, along with several other citizens would start the process of counting votes that had been deposited in the ballot box over the past twelve hours. Boxes would also be delivered from a number of precincts across the geography of the county, most were located in small country churches. Buildings that remained open for those hours when people who lived out in rural areas on farms would stop their work and take the time to go and cast a ballot. Each one counted, tallied, added together, with results reported to the capitol in Atlanta, where statewide numbers were totaled.








