Thursday, November 03, 2011

I Vote Because of My Grandmother

This is an excerpt from an older post I wrote about why I make a point to vote. Don't forget to vote next week.
Here I am with Grandma LaCapria in the late 1970's.


Our country was built by immigrants who wished for a better life and valued American citizenship. For one young woman who left Naples, Italy on a ship to New York in 1920, a better future became a reality. Her widowed mother had gone before her to work in a coat factory in Manhattan. She sent her daughter money to pay for her trip to the states. The young woman traveled to New York with nothing but the clothes on her back and her mother's address in her pocket. She was only fifteen years old and spoke no English at all, but she was determined to be an American. The right to vote, which was a novelty at the time for women in this country, was just one more reason to work toward citizenship.

"When I saw the Statue (of Liberty) as my ship came into New York, I knew I wanted to be here, and I was proud to finally say, I am an American. " The young woman, now old, told this story many times in broken English, to another little girl, who listened, wide-eyed. This woman was my great-grandmother, and I was the little pair of ears.

Today I think of her often, and next week I'll VOTE because I'm proud of her bravery and determination. I want the best for my children, this country and the world. I am the living culmination of this young woman's dream: an educated, self-sufficient woman, a mother and wife, an American. It's a lot to be grateful for. This is why I exercise my right to vote.

1 comment:

Putz said...

i can't understand why people like my grandpa ernest and my great grandma hanna hibert, and my great great grandma elizabeth brown wanted to come to america so bad, but they did and surely i am graetful, can't wait to see hanna at the viel when i pass

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