When I was courtin’ my bride-to-be, Birdie, back in 1950, we never run out of things to talk about; however one thing that never came up for discussion was politics, so you can imagine my great surprise and consternation when the election rolled around in 1952, and I discovered my bride was of a different political party than me.
We’d been livin’ with Harry Truman as President for four years, and that year Ike Eisenhower and Adlai Stevenson went at it. You could have knocked me down with a feather when I realized Birdie’s man was Adlai. Many folks thought he was a shoo-in because a Democrat had been in the White House for 20 years, which was Birdie’s whole life and practically my whole life. Most people in these parts voted the same way their daddies voted and that’s how Birdie and me came about our political persuasions.
Although it caught me off my guard to discover Birdie was a Democrat I had no doubt that I could persuade her to my way of thinkin’. You got to remember that this was still very early in our marriage as we married in May and the election was in November. I had a lot to learn about Birdie, as you can imagine.
In the weeks leadin’ up to the election, there was plenty of lively discussions at our dinner table. I tried my best to convince Birdie that Ike, a war hero and a man of honor was the one who would keep the US of A safe from the Russian’s. Birdie tried to convince me that Adlai cared more about children and could do just as good a job keepin’ the country safe. Although Birdie was not old enough to vote in that election, that didn’t stop her from tryin’ to win me over with her persuasions. See, Birdie thought the same as me, meanin’ she figured she could bring me to see things her way. I guess we are just two stubborn old mules in some ways as over the past 60 years we never hardly changed each others minds about who to vote for.
We have voted in 14 presidential elections, and we have cancelled each other’s vote out in all but two of them. We missed one election when I was laid up in the hospital after gettin’ gored by a bull. Then one year Birdie thought she had changed my mind about the vote, but it had to do more with the fact that President Carter was a proclaimed born again Christian than it had to do with anything Birdie had to say.
A good thing has come out of each of us votin’ different though. We have each been more acceptin’ of the guy we didn’t vote for once the election was over. Knowin’ the spouse you respect sees somethin’ worthy in the President, well it becomes easier to find good things about him even if he wasn’t your guy to begin with.
If you think two people who vote different can’t get along good with each other for 60 years, then you need to come over at the next election and see how it’s done.
Birdie did me a big service in the last election. Since I got laid up, gettin’ me out the door and into the car is a big ordeal. Birdie learned she can pull the car up to the church and they will bring a ballot to the car. Even though she knew I was goin’ for John McCain and cancelin’ out her vote for President Obama, she helped me out the door, into the car and right up to the church door to cast my vote. Make no mistake about it, that’s true love.