Election Day Memories

electionsketch2.gif

Election Day and the months leading up to it were major events in our home when I was growing up.  My father railed against Franklin Delano Roosevelt and the Democrats and supported the Republican candidates with great enthusiasm and lots of backup facts and figures.  He was a strong supporter of Wendell Wilkie and of Tom Dewey.  I can’t say as a child I liked their looks any better than I did President Roosevelt’s, but if my father said they were worthwhile, I had no argument.

I don’t recall if we had a lot of coverage of election news in the classroom or if I got all of my information from my father, but I was always very much aware of the people, if not the issues.  I awoke on the morning after Election Day with much excitement, assuming each time that my father’s party had won – but it never did.  We sat at the wooden table in the big kitchen on Court Street, bowls of oatmeal in front of us, and listened to the results on the radio with despair.  The year that Wilkie lost to  Roosevelt, I went down the stairs from our third floor apartment to the back alley that led to Central Parkway and then to Raschig School.  I was completely disheartened that Wilkie had lost and suddenly I looked down and saw a discarded Wilkie campaign button on the street.  I picked it up, ready to pin it on my dress and wear it to school when my mother called down and told me to “put that thing down”.  She was probably as concerned about my picking up something from that dirty alley as she was about the political implications.

My father was just as much opposed to Harry S. Truman but in later years found that there was much in President Truman that he admired.  He never did acknowledge any merit to President Roosevelt, though.

In 1952, I was the new bride of a sailor and living in Portsmouth, Virginia.  Although I was too young to vote, I was fascinated with the race between Adlai Stevenson and Dwight D. Eisenhower. 

fl-531.gif 

I just assumed my father was still a staunch Republican, but didn’t realize that he had lost all interest in politics.  My letters home to my mother and sister were filled with enthusiasm over the race and requests for my “I Like Ike” button to be mailed to me.   My mother kept those letters all those years and they’re a good record of my feelings at the time.

In my letter written the day after Eisenhower’s election, I said that my radio was acting up and I wasn’t able to get the early morning results.  I’m sure I got them after I got to work where I was not only the sole “Yankee” in the place but also a Republican surrounded by deep south Democrats.  I had Frank take my picture with my “I Like Ike” button on my lapel.

l-hat-ike.gif

Eisenhower did win the election and I sent a letter home with sketches of Frank, the Democrat, being very sad and of me, who backed the winner, being very happy.

electionsketch.jpg electionsketch2.gif

 

By the next year, 1953, I was 21 years old and able to vote.  I haven’t missed an election since that time and with the passing years have bounced back and forth between political parties.  At this point, I consider myself an Independent.

I realized as the years went by that my father was neither Republican nor Democrat.  He was for the underdog, no matter what the party affiliation was, so his candidate never won.

Published by

quilt32

Lillian Applegate Westfelt was a mother of 4, grandmother of 6, and great-grandmother of 3. She was an 86-year-old widow living in a nice little bungalow with her oldest daughter and a beagle-dachsund named Addie. She passed away in November, 2018.

2 thoughts on “Election Day Memories”

  1. Great story Lillian. You have amazing recall. You also made an absolutely beautiful bride. What a wonderful dress and veil and your husband looks so handsome and proud, I am guessing he was on leave at the time?
    We have Federal elections in a few weeks, I too am considering myself an independant at the moment. I know it can seem to be a hopeless place to be, but I feel comfortable supporting people who at least seem to support the things I do. I also admire their hard work and determination, it can’t be easy being a small fish in a big political pond.
    I must say, I always watch your elections slack-jawed. We have nothing like the fervour (sp?) and adoration for candidates that I see on the TV during the US elections. It’s a view into another world.
    Have a lovely week Lillian, please keep the stories coming!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s