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I VOTED!! How ’bout You?

Posted in WOW DAY! with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2008 by Raven


Got home from work with a HUGE migraine, but I was determined to get my vote out!

So, I tacked up my Icelandic Horse Huginn, and I rode him to KinnicKinnic Township Hall to cast my vote for Barack Obama.

My hubby Dan joined us on his bike.


We had a great ride to the township hall. It’s about a 5 mile round trip ride. The weather was almost perfect; it was warm, cloudy and windy. Perfect for Huginn!

Along the way, we bumped into a woman from Germany who was out for a walk. She’s one of our new neighbors that we hadn’t met yet. She got a giggle out of the fact that I was riding Huginn to the polls and Dan was biking with us. Only in America…she said.

Then we ran into a truck driver who was parked along side the field of corn, he was waiting for the farmer in the huge beautiful John Deere combine who was hard at work bringing in the corn harvest. The truck driver waved and gave us a “thumbs up”. The farmer was harvesting the corn field …. behind my hay field.

Click HERE to see a John Deer Combine harvesting corn video. Petty cool…huh?

Once at the township hall, we were greeted with smiles and giggles, as folks walked from their cars into the hall to cast their votes.

A few walked over to ask if I had ridden the pony to vote, few asked about his breed and a few took his photo.

As I walked in to vote, I was proud to be an American and take part of this privilege called voting.

After casting my vote, I walked out and was asked by one of the Vote Observers if the pony tied under the tree was mine. I was proud to say, yes he was.

He asked me why I decided to ride my pony down, I explained to him that I was conserving fuel and that I also wanted to ride my pony Huginn, on this historical day. I wanted Huginn to be part of my memories for this day.

On the way home, we passed lots of drivers heading to the polls, many of them ….smiled and waved.

About a mile from home, we passed a old rattling Ford truck driven by a gentleman and the front seat filled with …I presume his grandkids. As he slowed down, all the kids scooted forward and lean across the man to peek out the driver’s window at the cute pony on the road. That truck was filled with sunshine smiles and little kid’s giggles. They all waved at us….as they slowly passed us.

This day is indeed filled with memories. This day is indeed a day that history was made for our country.

I’m proud to be an American! And I am proud of my All American Ice Pony, Huginn!


What memories were made for you today?

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“Courage in Women is Often Mistaken for Insanity”

Posted in Ramblings with tags , , on September 30, 2008 by Raven

One of my girlfriends sent me this.  It’s an amazing read.  ‘Course, we are all familiar with these women and the fight they fought on our behalf.  I bet some of us even watched the film “Iron Jawed Angels“, if you’re one of those who hasn’t seen the film, I highly recommend it.

It always amazes me…how strong women are.  These were woman that I would have been proud to support and call my “friends”. I would like to believe that I would have been right there…at their side..fighting for our rights.  Yes…I think I would have been strong enough.

No matter what party you are supporting or what causes you are fighting for.  Honor these women and cast your vote on November 4, 2008.

To find your local voting location, just click on “Where to Vote“.

WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE

This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived
only 90 years ago.



Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.

The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.

(Lucy Burns)
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden’s blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of ‘obstructing sidewalk traffic.’  They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.

(Dora Lewis)
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the ‘Night of Terror’ on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson‘s White House for the right to vote.


For weeks, the women’s only water came from an open pail. Their food–all of it colorless slop–was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

To read their stories please click on Suffrage Prisoners


So, refresh my memory. Some women won’t vote this year because- why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn’t matter? It’s raining?

Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO’s new movie ‘Iron Jawed Angels.’ It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the
actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote.


Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege.
Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women’s history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was–with herself. ‘One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,’ she said. ‘What would those women think of the way I use, or don’t use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just
younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.’ The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her ‘all over again.’

HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn’t our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn’t make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: ‘Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.’

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote republican, democrat, or independent party – remember to vote.

History is being made.

Didn’t I tell ya it was an amazing read! WHAT WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE DO YOU ADMIRE?

A Picture’s Worth a Thousand Words

Posted in Ramblings with tags , , , , on September 25, 2008 by Raven

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