It had to happen but did it have to be so quick? Summer seems to be the fastest season of all. The dogwood leaves are beginning to fade and its berries are turning red.
Days are getting shorter and soon we will have longer nights. The real sneezing season is upon us. Labor Day looms and schools are ready for the next session.
What’s worse is the political season will not end until November. I grew tired of all the bickering and accusations some time ago.
I’m still waiting to hear what they will do for the people instead of what their competition is doing or has done wrong. I want to shout “what will you really do when the voting is over?”
I often wonder how much a person born into extreme wealth could really feel for the extreme poor. Or how could those who become wealthy soon after they enter “public service” really understand the struggles of the average person. Do they believe that most people could better themselves if they tried?
Their wild promises bring crowds to hear and clap and shout praising their favorite candidate who moves on to the next city to say the same thing.
They all say what they think we want to hear and I wonder if any among the crowd really believe those promises.
The newspaper office was where many political candidates and some office holders who wanted to return made a stop when visiting the city.
We welcomed all of them and gave most some much needed publicity which was why they stopped at the newspaper office.
To hear it, most of them were responsible for all progress made in DC. They had made many changes in the way the government was being run. All for the better, of course.
Very few left a lasting impression.
The one who did was not a candidate. She was a candidate’s wife. Several calls had come into the newsroom that Rosalynn Carter was coming to town. That was before the name Jimmy Carter was recognized as a serious presidential candidate around here.
The group of women who were hosting a tea at the courthouse called again. I was irritated because 1) I was the only one in the newsroom and 2) who outside of Georgia had ever heard of Jimmy Carter? Someone had because the next day he made a clean sweep in Illinois.
I remember one of his campaign promises was “I’ll never tell a lie.”
Rosalynn Carter was a softspoken Southern lady who captured her audience with homespun talk of family life and her role in boosting the political ambitions of her husband.
I entered the story in the North Carolina Press Women’s spring contest and was surprised when it placed first. Well, how many small-town newspapers had carried a front-page story of the 39th president’s wife?
That was long ago and again just like summer this political season will soon be over.
And just like a summer tan, most of these promises will soon fade away.
Kathryn Yarbro is former managing editor of the Lincoln TImes-News.