Journal Entry

Dear Journal,                                                                                                                     August 18, 1920

                Finally today was the day.  Margaret and I were gathered around anxiously listening to the radio that is situated on the kitchen counter. I could feel my heart racing as the spokesman talked and talked. My fingernails quickly turned to nubs as we waited for the results. Margaret paced back and forth across the kitchen, her dress flowing behind her and her short, brown hair bouncing up and down. Then they said it. The 19^th amendment, granting us women the right to vote was passed. I jumped out of my chair and ran to Margaret who already had her arms wide open. Our happiness intertwined as our arms linked, we excitedly jumped around the kitchen letting out tears of joy. Every painful day, every night worked, sleepless nights and brutal abuse from people against our cause were finally all worth it. We did it. It took years and pain but we can finally vote. Change is here and forever coming.