...and you won another two votes for Obama.
I had over 300 requests for the address to send a card to my Grandpa Harold after my diary "Roosevelt with a suntan" was published a few days ago.
UPDATE: Mom has pictures! Grandma said she is going write EVERYONE back...and she said she wants some damn postcards too! To my friends on the West Coast, I can't stay up tonight--have to work all day tomorrow. Have a nice evening!
Today my mom called to tell me that my grandfather had just telephoned excitedly and apparently in tears. She had no idea what was going on. When she calmed him down he told her: "Get up here, get up here!" Mom said, "what is going on? Is Grandma alright? He said, "no, no, it's the mail man, he brought me my mail--there was too much to fit in the mailbox."
Mom's going up there now to take some pictures of Grandpa with all those postcards he got from his Kossack grandchildren. She told me that Grandpa said that he "never felt so loved" and she started bawling like a baby. Then, I started bawling like a baby.
Grandma said she can't believe so many people could really care about what the "old people" think. As you might remember, Grandma didn't like "that colored guy" Obama. She was a Hillary supporter, but she agreed to simply not vote this time. Your act of love has changed her mind. You made the old lady think (that's pretty hard to do) and now we've now got Grandma's vote too.
I know this isn't much of a diary, but that call from my mother just made my day. I promise to post the pictures as soon as I get them.
My mom was somewhat incoherent on the phone, but she also wanted to tell me about what she had seen down at the mall. She said:
"Mr. Obama has a crystal booth down there where he's selling t-shirts and hats and bumper stickers and there is a list of questions and you push the buttons for the answers and Obama comes up on the crystal wall and answers them himself for you!"
She said it was like something out of Star Trek and it really impressed her. (Anybody in Stark County who can go get a picture of that crystal Obama booth down at the mall on Lincoln Way?) She was all excited about this because Obama answered all of her questions, himself. That experience and those postcards have now won my mother's vote too.
How many votes we're going to win when the grandkids come by to visit on Sunday morning and see all those cards from you--from all over the world--I cannot tell. I would think it would be quite a few.
I love you people.
OH NO! I didn't want you to rec' this! I don't have the pictures yet!
Since I have no pictures yet, I offer you a song: