The current presidential election season brings back memories of those from the past, especially the three that occurred during my school years. I’ve been following presidential elections in some form or another since the second grade.
That’s right -- my first memories of a presidential election are from 1968, when I was seven. I clearly remember my second grade class conducting a mock election among the three candidates: Republican Richard Nixon, Democrat Hubert Humphrey, and independent George Wallace. Wallace won our election, even though he finished a distant third in the real one. Nixon, the second-place finisher in our election, won the real election to become the 37th President of United States.
I recall my father being an ardent supporter of Wallace that year. He campaigned like crazy for him in our hometown and had nearly a whole closet full of campaign paraphernalia that you don’t see much of anymore – stuff like buttons, stickers, and those Styrofoam hats. I don’t recall my mother saying much about the election that year, but I think she was for Nixon. I know she had an autographed (by rubber stamp) picture of him and his family standing around a piano. She kept it in a drawer in their bedroom. Never mind how I knew.
Dad was very disappointed when Wallace lost. He actually thought Wallace could win. As a second-grader, I didn’t know any better, so I thought so too. It wasn’t until the fifth grade that I learned that history was not on Wallace’s side. No non-major-party candidate had been elected President in more than 100 years. By winning the electoral votes of a block of southern states, Wallace had actually turned in the best performance by any independent candidate since – a mark that still holds today.
As a fifth-grader in early 1972, I remember hearing news about the New Hampshire Primary. That was the first I had ever heard of it, or any other primary for that matter. I recall a Saturday morning news program on CBS called In the News, hosted by the late Christopher Glenn, running a segment that attempted to explain the primary in a way that kids could understand. I watched intently and it got me interested in the presidential primary process, at least temporarily.
I remember all the news reporters predicting that Edmund Muskie, Humphrey’s running mate in 1968, was going to win the Democratic presidential nomination and challenge President Nixon in the fall. After Muskie won in New Hampshire, I just assumed that those guys were going to be right. With my short attention span for political matters back then, I ignored the remainder of the primary season.
Boy was I surprised while watching one of those Sunday talk shows that summer! There was some senator from South Dakota on there named George McGovern, a person that I had never heard of before, claiming that he was going to win the Democratic presidential nomination on the first ballot. But what happened to Muskie? He was supposed to be the nominee. Where did this McGovern guy come from and how was it that he had the nerve to be claiming the nomination? I was confused. I had obviously missed an important part of the primary season.
It wasn’t until later that I discovered that Muskie had begun to falter even before his win in New Hampshire. In the days leading up to that primary, an incident in which he was perceived as crying had done him in. From then on, the Democratic electorate viewed him as too weak to take on Nixon. McGovern defeated him and the other candidates in enough of the subsequent primaries, including a big winner-take-all contest in California, to build a commanding lead in the delegate count.
I watched my first political conventions later that summer. The Democratic convention in Miami Beach was the more entertaining of the two. I remember some hippies rioting on the outside, some emotional floor fights over various issues, and an attempt to nullify the primary results and take the nomination away from McGovern (that failed). I remember McGovern initially selecting Missouri Senator Thomas Eagleton as his running mate.
Then I recall the aftermath of that convention when it was discovered that Eagleton had been treated for some psychological issues in the past. This prompted McGovern and the Democrats to drop him and give their vice presidential nomination to Sargent Shriver, formerly a U.S. ambassador to France and Director of the Peace Corps. The only thing I remember about the Republican convention is everyone praising Nixon and scolding the Democrats for what they had done to Eagleton. I don’t even recall where it was that year. Of course, I could look it up on the Internet, but that would defeat the whole point of this article, wouldn’t it?
I was about two months into the sixth grade when the 1972 general election was held. Dad wasn’t as enthusiastic about this election as he was about the one four years earlier. While he wasn’t really crazy about Nixon, he definitely didn’t want McGovern to win. Instead of being so fervently for someone as he was in 1968, this time he was intensely against someone. He thought McGovern was too weak and was especially upset about his supposed remark about being willing to crawl on his hand and knees to negotiate peace with the Soviet Union. To this day, I still don’t know whether McGovern actually ever made such a statement. But, to my father, it was a reality. My mom didn’t argue with him, since she always liked Nixon anyway.
Election Day wasn’t much fun that year. It was a landslide. I remember all the networks calling it for Nixon at about 8:30 pm Eastern time -- before the results from all the Midwestern states had come in. That just made the Watergate break-in, which I don’t recall hearing anything about until the seventh grade, seem all the more unnecessary.
Watergate set the stage for the third and final presidential election to take place during my school years. Gerald Ford had become President when Nixon resigned in disgrace in 1974. And Ford, a former minority leader in the House, had only become Vice President a year before that, when Spiro Agnew resigned over a scandal of his own. I remember people being upset with Ford for pardoning Nixon in the aftermath of Watergate. I thought it was funny that Ford was running for re-election that year to an office that he had never been elected to. Even many Republicans did not want Ford. I guess that’s why Ronald Reagan saw an opening to challenge him in the GOP primaries that year.
However, I don’t recall paying any attention to the Republicans during the primary season. That’s probably because everyone seemed to be sure that a Democrat would be the next president. When the primaries began in 1976, I was focused on the field of Democrats, who were mostly unknown to me at the time. I had heard of Jimmy Carter and Henry “Scoop” Jackson from the Democratic convention four years earlier. I remembered Carter, as the sitting governor of Georgia, giving the keynote address at the 1972 convention and people talking about him as a possible future presidential candidate. To most people, Carter came out of nowhere in 1976. But that was not the case for me, even as a nine-grader.
Carter built a big lead over his Democratic opponents early on during the primaries. He seemed to be way out in front before anyone, including myself, knew what has happening. I become so mesmerized by the nominating process that year that I created my own presidential nomination board game that mimicked the real Democratic primaries and caucuses. Carter won the race that I conducted over several weeks with my board game, edging out Jackson, Frank Church, Mo Udall, and Jerry Brown. Carter won the real nomination as well, managing to hold on to his early lead even after Brown had declared that he was going to bring Carter’s bandwagon to a screeching halt.
Carter had wrapped up the Democratic presidential nomination long before that summer’s convention, so it went off very much like today’s four-day political infomercials. The only suspense was Carter’s announcement of a running mate, which turned out to be obscure Minnesota Senator Walter Mondale. However, the Republican convention was a different story. Reagan had won enough delegates in the primaries to leave the outcome somewhat in doubt as the convention began. He even selected liberal Pennsylvania Senator Richard Schweiker as a “running mate” in an effort to convince some undecided moderate delegates to throw their support behind him. The ploy didn’t work and Ford was ultimately nominated and subsequently selected a then-unheard-of Kansas Senator, Bob Dole, as his running mate.
As I entered the 10th grade that fall, Carter held a commanding lead over Ford in the national polls and it looked as if we were in for a second straight landslide in a presidential race. However, as Election Day drew closer, the polls began to tighten. My parents didn’t like Carter. First of all, they thought he was a phony who would not be able to make good on his campaign promise to give every American $50 out of the federal treasury (they turned out to be right). They were also upset when a preacher told them about Carter’s admission of “committing adultery in his heart.” They weren’t big fans of Ford, but they saw Carter as completely unacceptable. It didn’t matter that he was a Southern Baptist like we were.
Election Night was very exciting that year. Ford had almost completely wiped out Carter’s once big lead by the time everyone went to the polls to cast their votes. I remember my parents letting us kids stay up until the wee hours of the next morning, waiting for a winner to be decided. What difference four years made! Carter was declared the victor only after the votes from Hawaii had come in. It had been a wild ride, with the lead in the electoral votes changing hands several times. My parents were disappointed, but I had been secretly pulling for Carter. As a youngster, I wanted the final presidential election of my childhood to produce change. Does that sound familiar to anyone?
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