What Would Dad Think About Me?

As I get older, I have found myself analyzing much of my past and present behavior. Maybe I am checking off the boxes before I cross through the pearly gates. Was I good mother, wife, friend, daughter? Knowing now so much about my father’s childhood and young adulthood as well as reflecting upon him as my father factors into my questions regarding what he thought about the daughter I was and what he would think about the daughter I have now become.

I never thought much about the lack of political discussions at home until I saw the video my brother made of Dad nearly a quarter of a century ago, in which he discussed the pictures in an old album. He mentioned how his own dad told him to never join any political organizations, citing his belief that his lack of such affiliations may have saved him from death at the hands of Stalin’s secret police when they lived there during the Thirties and the Forties.

Until the election of our current president, I never was involved in politics at any level, but now I have become much more politically active. I have joined some local groups, registered people to vote, knocked on doors during the 2018 election, attended several protest rallies, visited the local office of my congressman for eleven weeks during the summer of 2018, and sat in on subcommittee and committee meetings with my local legislatures in the hopes of changing some of our gun laws. I want to get involved in convincing my state legislatures of the need and merits of being the final state to finally ratify the ERA.

What would Dad think?

Living in an early primary state provides me with the opportunity to hear as many presidential candidates speak as my little heart desires. I have heard four so far: two men and two women—one who has since decided not to run and one who is still in the process of deciding.

One meet and greet was at a large venue, two were in the home of a lovely couple who have been very involved in politics for years, and the last was at a small-ish venue in my southern capital city. The conversation at the last event touched upon whether the fire marshalls would shut the event down because of the size of the audience as well as how to react if the balcony where we stood collapsed under the weight of all the eager decision makers.

What would Dad think?

My mother tells me that she would never participate in any of these political activities, but she believed my father would be proud. Is Mom correct?

I wonder what would Dad think?


About kjw616

I am a genealogy detective. I have already written one book about my Irish family's journey from 19th century Ireland to the United States- a family history sprinkled with personal anecdotes. My second book was intended to be a similar story about my Russian ancestors. Instead, it turned into a tale of just my father's immediate family. It is the tale of what happens when 6 children from New Jersey are moved to the Soviet Union by their Russian-born parents during the Great Depression. It details who lives, who dies, and who is able to return to NJ during a time when leaving the USSR was not an easy endeavor, particularly during World War II and the Cold War. It is my hope that those interested in history during this time period will find this story fascinating as well as those fellow amateur family historians who will learn some of the tools such as ancestry.com, visits to the National Archives, and local libraries I used to uncover this story.
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