liadanslyre

i was born a poor black child...

ok- i wasn’t.
it’s just one of my favorite movie lines
and i’ve been dying to use it.

i was actually born into a fairly typical east coast irish catholic family.

this meant many things (laughter, yelling and drinking to name some)- but it also meant we were democrats. with the immenient presidential election- i thought i would have a closing partisan post. who knows what i will have to write about after the election season is finally over.

so this is a brief account about how by the edge of ten- i was very very into politics.

back to the home i grew up in. unlike most evangelicals- even after my mom got the holy ghost she still hated ronald reagan.

so i’m sure it was to her surprise on that rainy afternoon in 1981 to come home to find me glued to the tv in full military dress, standing at attention (saluting mind you) watching the news coverage on the attempt on president reagan’s life. i loved ronald reagan and i was eight years old.

later in my elementary years i was what they called a ‘safety patrol’. you may be familiar with the term. in light of the dangerous work environment; i formed a union to protect worker’s rights. it was a semi elaborate system for fifth graders. from the union protests- that included work stoppage (picture picket line complete with signs); we got hot chocolate, cookies, and heaters for our coats.

this is the story of my partisan life.