Saturday, January 21, 2017, a Winter Day that make us living in the Pacific Northwest want to get outside. The sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. The buildings in the City of Seattle were glistening.
Some of you probably know, in November (Thanksgiving Time) I changed from always being a “Suburban Girl” to living right in the middle of the City. A big move if you haven’t experienced it ever. Yes, there is truly a bit of a Culture Shock. With that said, it is also exciting and new and life is somewhat of a blank canvas for many reasons.
In an effort to “become one’ with the great City of Seattle, I try to venture out on walks often. Every Time I do, walking “Out of My Box” a little more. Saturday was the perfect day to do just that.
Since the Presidential Campaigning began, talk of “Capitol Hill” has been heard daily. Personally, I find it funny that my mind no longer goes to our Country’s Capitol.
Here in the city of Seattle, we also have a Capitol Hill. “Cap Hill” as the locals say. When the name is mentioned on a news report, it takes me a split second to remember, it’s not always about “us”.
Saturday I decided to take advantage of the weather and stoll on over to Capitol Hill. The walk is really not far from where I now live. However, if you have not visited Seattle, even the hills in the City can be quite steep. Coming from the Midwest, a few of these so called “hills” appear to be more like mountains. Although the route my Navigation Lady instructed me to take was the most direct, it was not the flat. However, there is no setting on my “Smart Phone” asking for the one with the smallest hills.
As I am trudging up Denny Hill wondering why I decided this was a good idea, I noticed a girl in her mid-twenties accompanied by a lady who looked to be in her late sixties to early seventies. At that point, I swallowed that “Woe is Me” attitude and continued my walk in the sunshine. Completely forgetting this was the day for Women’s March all around the Country, I wondered what the sign said the young girl was carrying. I soon realized today was the day of the Country wide Women’s Protest.
On my way back home after making my purchase (downhill this time) I noticed the number of people had grown extensively. One factor that stood out to me, was there were women of all ages. However, what quickly became more obvious was the crowd consisted of more than just women. Husbands, sons and friends of all kind accompanied these female marchers. I am unable to explain exactly why I had a feeling of comfort with this crowd. It was quite impressive.
The protest in Seattle has made me think a little differently and put hope in my heart, we can move forward in a positive manner.
In addition to the mix of genders and variety of citizens in the crowd, there was a positive feel about the crowd. As I walked even closer to home, the crowd continued to grow.
There was no negativity or angry chants. The crowd portrayed people enjoying the sunshine and one another. The sea of pink hats almost flooded into the streets as I reached our building downtown. Many had stopped for a Starbucks, Seattle’s Best or maybe a drink from Stumptown Roasters (one of my personal favorite little finds since moving to Seattle). Or, maybe another coffee shop depending on what side of the street here they were walking.
The point I am trying to make here, is the thoughts and visions I have always had for a PROTEST were no where to be found. Just the opposite. Happy people enjoying each others company.
Last night as dinner was being prepared (for me) we were watching our local NBC news station, King5 . I listened intently to the report on Saturday’s March.
According to Reporter, Ted Land,King5 News , a local food bank received a pleasant surprise from Saturday’s participants:
“SEATTLE — A Seattle food bank, which was located right in the middle of the women’s march Saturday, got a surprise from all the people passing by.
Marchers donated nearly $10,000 in cash to the Food Bank at St. Mary’s.
The food bank usually serves about 500 people on a typical Saturday, but they had to close early due to the large crowds. Many of their clients could not reach the food bank, and they were only able to hand out goods to about 250 people.
“Before mid-day, it became very clear that we weren’t going to be able to serve all the people that we would need to serve,” said Alison Alfonzo Pence, executive director of the Food Bank at St. Mary’s.
The food bank team handed out bottled water to the crowd and let people use their restrooms. Marchers pulled out their wallets and returned the favor.”
~Ted Land, King5.com
I ended my article about the Presidential Inauguration by saying,
“As I go back to my morning “To Do’s” with the ceremony in the background, I am hoping the best for us all. I hope we can all work together as one. If there is a cause you feel strongly about, find your platform and use it in a positive manner. Respect everyone’s right for their own opinions and be kind to one another.
I’m now going to begin my Monday Morning “To Do’s”, leaving you with the same thoughts. The difference after two days in my mind, is I have a glimmer of hope it is possible.
Teresa Branam-Wilgus was born and raised in Bloomington, IN, she feels fortunate to have had the chance to experience different cultures, living in cities such as Austin, TX, Nashville, TN and Columbia, SC. She moved to the Greater Seattle area in 2002 where she now resides. Teresa celebrated her 50th birthday in December of 2015 and embraces it whole heartedly. She is the mom of three boys and seeing the outstanding young men they have become is the accomplishment that brings her the most joy and she is the most proud of in life. In her spare time she likes to get outside and take advantage of the beautiful Pacific Northwest summers and experiencing new adventures with her boyfriend of 5 1/2 years. The only work Teresa has had published, is a poem published in Creativity Magazine when she was in the 8th grade. She always enjoyed writing, however it wasn’t until she was encouraged by a professor and a few friends that she realized writing just might be the “Gift” God gave her. Her ultimate goal is to have a book published based on personal experiences in her life and hopes it is not only entertaining and engaging, but might also help some reader, somewhere, somehow.