The first time I voted, an old version of voting machines was still being used. They were the kind where you pull a lever and curtains closed behind you. You pulled smaller levers to choose your candidates.
It wasn’t dramatic as The Wizard behind the curtain in “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz,” but stagy nonetheless. When you were done, the final lever opened the curtains again with a brash and theatrical W-H-O-O-O-O-S-H ! as if you were a part of a grandiose stage production and you were the star of the show.
As best as I can remember, it was only twice that I used that type of voting machine, because shortly after I started voting, they were slowly being replaced with smaller booths where you pulled the curtain closed manually, and then to the now-in-use cheesy plastic tables with side blinders and paper ballots.
With those old timey ones, the brash and exaggerated W-H-O-O-S-H ! of the curtains made me feel like I did something spectacular. And yes, the actual rite of voting at a polling location is still remarkable. Maybe there’s no feeling of a grand stage production anymore, but remarkable nonetheless.
November 8, 2016.
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.