Leaning left

 

Neither of my grandmothers grew up being able to vote!

I grew up on politics in my family.

My paternal grandfather was a dyed in the wool Republican and while his methods were often wild, crazy and dubious, his zeal was real. Senator Everett Dirksen was one of his best friends.

My mother was not allowed to work outside the home. That was considered gauche. It meant your husband could not support his family, but she volunteered to work in politics from the time I was in elementary school. That was acceptable.

My coloring paper was leftover old campaign papers. 

My slogans were hard core Republican even if I had no idea what they meant or stood for.

I met many Republican politicians and governors during my childhood.

My maternal grandmother was an equally staunch Democrat who worked the polls every single election. She and my great aunt would argue back and forth claiming they negated each other's vote every year.

I was sent out to sell Goldwater. I worked in my grandfather's office when he was in Washington and I have a family photo of all of us grandchildren with my Grandfather and Dirksen.

Now I am more of a Democrat than anything else. I don't fall for the parties of Tricky Dicky, or Trump with their toothy shark-like smiles and sly ways, but I understand that all politics are dubious.

It's just they are the best thing we've got right now in a world that is leaning towards violence and chaos.