The Cross House
This confused readers. Huh? What?
For, it seemed that most people did not recognize the woman in the image.
And, without context what I wrote would, yes, make no sense. Sorry. Sorry!
I chose this portrait as the central focus of the parlor for several reasons.
When the Cross House was built in 1894 it was inconceivable that a woman could run for President. Indeed, women were not even allowed to vote in 1894.
While my house is historic, I have always wished that it reflect the fact the 123-years have passed since it was built. Things today are not as they were in 1894. And while I very much love owning a historic house I love even more how much better we are as a people today.
And I want the Cross House to reflect this.
It thrills me that the first woman to run for President is represented in my 123-year-old house. This contrasting dynamic — historic vs. modern — excites me, and I have no desire for the Cross House to appear frozen in time; preserved in aspic. Rather, I want the house to seem very much alive, a house which has developed and matured over time. A house which embraces societal change.
In addition, I just love Hillary, and hugely admire her dedication over many decades to make life better for millions of people. When her titanic effort to create national health care failed in the 1990s she did not retreat to lick her wounds but began a new fight to create national health care for children. This was successful and eight million children benefited from this program. This is but one of hundreds of such examples whereby Hillary was a positive impact upon many millions of people.
So, I was devastated on 11/8/16, and have not recovered yet. I am still grieving. I am still in shock.
To walk into my beautiful parlor, and see this fabulous woman, is a bittersweet encounter. For, while I feel punched in the stomach for what might have been, I am also ecstatic having Hillary grace my 1894 parlor. Luckily, the latter feeling predominates.