I’m otherwise known as Louisa May Alcatt, a reincatation of one of the world’s most notable woman. Today, I am a tortie with cattatude. Despite a 125-year cat nap, I remain passionate about Women’s Rights, Notable women and Henry David Thoreau – Love me an outdoorsy kinda guy. Do you know he spent time in jail? That’s for another post, but yes, my Henry was behind bars. Who can resist a bad Boy?
Not me. HDT is my true love, though he doesn’t know it … yet!
Provided my publicist remembers the passwords, (i.e. her previous blog has not been updated in 7 months, but she promised to write the PWs down this time, and not on the back of an envelope she’s likely to throw away ) you’ll see posts on the same mission I championed back in my biped days. ( I may slip in a few fun ones all about me, too!)
I was a huge supporter in Votes for Women. I fought, literally, to abolish slavery. I even saw John Brown speak at Concord Town House where he was recruiting support for his raid on Harper’s Ferry.
How did I fare? Well, I was the first woman to register and then cast a vote in my hometown of Concord, Massachusetts. Granted it was for the School Committee, but that was all we women were allowed to chime in on back in 1880. Not everyone was passionate about the opportunity to let our opinions be known, so I went around town, door to door, reminding the other women in the community that this was their BIG CHANCE. It was a year before the Massachusetts Legislature allowed women to cast a ballot.
Some of the women were a little nervous and others outright refused, shutting the door in my face and whispering for me to please go away. I didn’t take it personally. Advocating is as much about rejection as acceptance. Also, I’m safe in guessing that their husbands/fathers/brothers/dominating males weren’t as excited as I about women getting a vote. These women knew what it was like to live with a man who had the final say. I didn’t. In fact, I received most of my strength from my mother, Abba May Alcatt, who always reminded my three sisters and me that women were every bit as valuable as men.
In the end, I persuaded 20 of us to march into Concord Town Hall on March 29, 1880, some 40 years and five months before the 19th Amendment, and cast our votes. It was so liberating and guess what, “”No bolt fell on our audacious heads, no earthquake shook the town.”