New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
Every day, while walking home from West Side School, I would pass the fire station on Smithfield Street.
Twice a year, the fire station turned into the election place, where my parents voted.
My mother was a Republican, but my father was a strong Democrat.
The fire station was located about 75 yards away from Berkely's Market, where my mother subbed as a cashier.
One election day, people came into Berkely’s and told Mom that they had voted for her.
This surprised my mother, because she wasn't running for anything.
The next day, nosy Margaret asked me to look at the election results that were posted outside the fire station, to see how many votes she got.
I remember how excited I was when I ran back to the car shouting, "Mom, you won!"
This would have been the start of my political career, probably ending up in the White House.
Look at how well my cousin Michael Reagan did, with his dad being in politics.
All my hopes and dreams went down the drain when mom turned down her elected post.
I wasn't sure at the time how important being on the Sixth Ward election board was, but I guess I will never know.
There went all our trips to Washington, all the parades, and all the photo opps.
I can't even tell you how Mom won the election.
She didn't have me stand outside the fire station and pass out nail files or candy and say "Vote for my Mom!"
Mom didn't even vote for herself.
Since Dad was a Democrat, I'm sure he would never vote for a Republican.
The only time I ever ran for anything was ninth-grade student council representative.
I was beaten by the lovely LuAnn Romeo Assid — and I have never let her forget about it.
After 50 years of her hearing my belly aching, at our reunion she resigned her elected post and proclaimed me the winner.
Look out for the 2016 elections.
This may be the start that I needed.
How does Gary the Governor sound?