I've often wondered if my mother and Barack Obama's grandmother knew each other. My mother, like Mrs. Dunham, worked on the Boeing assembly line in Wichita, building B-29s during WW II. My mother was older, and became a crew chief and trained a lot of people during the war and after.
I don't know if they ever crossed paths, but I do know how much my mother admired and supported people like Barack Obama, who would strive so hard against so many obstacles. And how proud she would have been of her country, where a boy from a single-parent home, with a funny name and a dark skin, but with a great mind and a great talent, can just keep reaching to the stars, through difficulties (as we say in Kansas - it's the state motto!) and become President. She always voted the man, not the party, and there is no doubt in my mind who she would support this time.
I honor Barack's mother, and her mother, and my own, and most humbly thank them all for being the bedrock we all stand upon.
