Never Came Sooner Than I Thought


I’m not one for discussing politics on my blog – or anywhere else really. Not because I don’t have opinions or positions I can’t defend. It’s mostly because I’ve found many people I’ve tried to have mature discussion and debates with turn into toddlers with the fingers stuck in their ears screaming, “LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” within a few minutes. There are so many people who are unwilling to even listen to a different opinion that I save everyone the time, frustration (and sometimes embarrassment) and change the subject. That is till now.

Dot matrix picture of Hillary Clinton

Making history made me cry.

This post is less about politics and more about history actually. I’m not going to be telling you who I’m voting for, and why you should do the same. I’m going to talk about a moment in politics that impacted me more than I thought possible.

Not long ago I sat on my couch beside my daughter, just shy of her 18th birthday, and watched the first woman in US history accept the nomination for President by a major party. As I watched history unfold before my eyes, I cried.

I kept thinking back to when I was a little girl. I heard over and over and over  that a woman would never be President. That no woman would be smart enough or capable to even be nominated. I remember all the jokes, even from beloved family members, that women were too emotional and would start a nuclear war during “their time of the month.” I was told women were not strong enough to make tough calls and too dependent on men to make an important decision. I was confused and angry. On one hand I was being told I could be anything I wanted. On the other I was told over and over again that I could never be President. Not that I wanted to be, I just hated to be told I couldn’t.

As I grew-up I saw so many firsts for women. The first female astronaut. The first women becoming pilots in the military. The first female senior business executives, the first women senior officers, and high ranking government officials. The first female Supreme Court Justice. I remember how proud I was when Linda Weaver was appointed the Chief of Police in my hometown, making her the first female Police Chief in the state of Pennsylvania.

These are all amazing things and brought women closer to equality. But there has always been so far to go. Men still get paid more than women. Women in the workplace still have to work at least twice as hard as men. Every day is still a struggle with harassment and discrimination.

As I sat there and watched Hillary Clinton accept the Democratic Party’s nomination for President of the United States, all of these things played through in my head. I head the voices from through the years saying a woman could never be President. I cried because they were finally wrong. flag-1291945_1920

My daughters will never know the same struggles I did as a women (though I’m sure they will have their own). To them it’s common place to see women in the military, in the Chief Executive Officer’s chair at major corporations, and now as a Presidential Nominee who has an excellent chance of being the 45th President of the United States.

When my daughter asked why I was crying I could put it into words. All these weeks later I’m still not sure I can find the right words. I just looked at her and said, “She did it. We can finally be anything now.”


Long History of Hard Work


Happy Labor Day! I’m not writing a long post today, but I wanted to take a moment to remember and solute the reason for celebrating Labor Day. According to the U.S. Department of Labor, “Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.”  Not to toot our own horn, but I think we have a lot to celebrate.

Quiet steel Mills

Historic Johnstown steel mills helped build America

For generation after generation, Americans and those who have made America home, have worked hard and build something out of nothing. New technology was created to make things easier and help improve our way of life. (I know that at least one of my ones of readers is thinking about the harm to the environment – I’m not necessarily disagreeing, but I am that’s not the focus of the post.) I’m proud to say that my family has been a part of that story for a very long time.

I come from a long line of steel workers, and coal miners, and farmers, and women working inside and outside the home. The story of American Laborers is my story. I am proud to say that I have iron and coal dust in my veins. The people who helped build the United States built my family tree.

While I may not work in a mill, or a mine, or field, I try to live up to the work ethic of those who came before me. I work hard to take care of my family and continue the story they started.

So, thank you to all of those who helped build the country I love. Thank you to those who continue that work.