Engraved by G. E. Perine & Co., NY, approx. 1855, plus or minus ten years
“I keep walking by Susan B.’s grave, as if her bones might bolster me–or maybe not so much her bones anymore as her dust–or maybe that too is a stretch. More like her spirit. Here I am on the day before the day, letting Miss Anthony’s indomitable spirit soak into my every cell. It’s a glorious morning. Even the trees are conspiring. Oaks and ashes have gone bronze and gold, the last of the maples are flaming. You were right, Miss Susan, failure is impossible.” Sonja Livingston
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10 thoughts on “Failure Is Impossible”
Oh how I wish women’s votes would have sufficed. If this election proves anything it is that we need to make college more affordable. I blame this shit storm on uneducated bravado, ignorance, racism and misogyny. Never been more scared in my life!
My grandmother was born about 1899 and went to Cornell at 16 in pre-law. She was ahead of her time too.
My paternal grandmother was born about 1899 and went to Cornell at 16 in pre-law. I will be working the phones.
I certainly do appreciate all the strong women who came before me. I will head to the polls tomorrow, but it will the most painful voting experience ever.
An excellent word for today.
Thank you Linda!
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At the polls tomorrow, I will be thinking of my maternal grandmother, who died of Spanish Flu just before women got the right to vote.
My grandmother came to America from Sicily a couple of years after that.