The Presidential Election Has Me Homesick

A few days before the election, I find myself homesick. The home where my parents remain in the dust mots that float in the light from the window.  Where I’ll find my 3-speed Schwinn bicycle is ready to ride. Where the last fall leaves have blown from the large elms leaving a bare-branched canopy overhead.

The election on Tuesday has me remembering years of watching the 4th of July Fireworks at Northwestern’s Dyke Stadium. Years of sitting on the curb waving an American flag as the parade passed by.

I think of the boys in their blue letter jackets with leather sleeves and orange letters sown upon them. (The school colors.) I remember the ugly gym suit I wore to play field hockey and took home on Friday to wash.  There was the thrill of dancing cheek to cheek in the high school gym to a slow song. I have friends that are apart of my life today, whose parents I remember. How surprised we are to find ourselves looking as they once did. 

I am seeking the comfort of others of a certain age who also rode their bikes around town, and nobody worried. I need the company of those taught right from wrong.  Those who stand for the American flag, and put their hand over their hearts when saying the Pledge of Allegiance.  The election has caused this flush of nostalgia about growing up in mid-America.

My reading life has taught me that we survive elections. Great men step forward to save us from ourselves.  Yet, this year my eyes fill with tears when I listen to those who want to turn America into the countries their families fled. I grieve when I see thugs on the street looting and tearing down our statues, disgracing the America that has raised them at her knee.  

We believe in Rocky Mount. Nothing is going to take that away from us. Not the outcome of this election, nor the virus, nor knaves amongst us. I am homesick for the things I’ve mentioned that were a firm foundation to build a life upon; patriotism, honor, and respect. I wish you would sit with me on a Main Street bench. Tell me about those you danced cheek to cheek with. Tell me about your 4th of July celebrations. This will help me to the other side of this homesickness. Thank You!

 

One thought on “The Presidential Election Has Me Homesick

  1. America and hometowns for most boomers growing up was a world that included a neighborhood where all the adults watched over a brood of kids and kept each other informed of the going and coming of the kids, their mischievousness and their level of respect for home and country.
    In my childhood world l learned that any act of disregard, disrespect, vandalism, poor grades, lying, cheating, etc. was quickly reported to my mother or father, an older sibling and my grandmother LaVerta. I also learned that all my courteous deeds, respectful responses, good grades, participating in community parades, sports teams, school activities and helping my grandmother’s “Ladies” (her friends) with whatever chore they needed done would earn me a thank you, a place in the community, an invitation to other homes for parties, an opportunity to represent the student body of my school and offer me the framework to go on and work for political campaigns that helped change the precinct where we lived in Chicago.

    As adults most boomers still hold these childhood lessons and core values close and allow them to continue guiding their lives. However, the boomers also see that these values no longer hold the significance they once did as our high-tech world obfuscates honesty, respect, honor, patriotism, and American values. As our societies core values erode most boomers see that Socialism is waiting in the shadows to seize the moment when the left extremists can assume power and mandate that American values and our freedom are no longer allowed.

    If you have not voted go vote. It matters! If you voted tell anyone who will listen that you did, and they should too. If you are a boomer call your children and grandchildren and remind them that you are a patriot that believes in God, America and the flag. Nudge their memory of the importance of family, community and freedom.

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