Lovelies, a bit more about voting last week. I didn’t sew, knit or crochet whilst voting, so you might not be enthused about reading on. You’re forgiven. 😘 See you again soon!)
Polls in this Southern state have just closed, and the traditional network commentators’ vigils have begun.
This year there seems to be a new subject added to their conversations: How easy has it been for people to vote. Voter suppression has become a common thread.
Being a new resident in this state just before the last election (presidential), I decided to bring all my necessary identifications to register and vote early. No problems, and a minimum wait time.
Then I moved.
Six months afterward, I got a post card asking me to confirm my new address, which I immediately completed, copied, and sent back.
Fast forward four months. Another card arrives, addressed to my former residence and forwarded by the post office.
Again, I immediately completed this second card, copied it, wrote a letter with the history of my move, and mailed the letter, the copy and the second card.
Hearing all the national efforts to suppress voters, it seemed wise to bring all my id’s, my copies of that letter and the two cards, and vote early again.
Just in case I had problems.
Last week I got inside the polling location, gave my name and address, and was told I was off the Voter Roll, classed as Inactive.
Uh ,. . . . . .
I started digging in my purse for my paperwork, explaining what had occurred.
In a rather tired, been-there, heard-that-before kind of voice, the woman said, “Never mind. Just sign this.” And she printed out a form, asked me to verify the information was correct (my name and address), and sign it. I did and I got a ballot.
After two hours, I voted.