When she inserted her ballot to scan, the place went nuts.

We walked out to the street & all the folks in line for hours cheered her.

A beautiful voting official named Antonia asked for a photo with Ruth.

Ruth was overcome with emotion.

She had to sit in her walker to have a cry.

As we walked away from the voting station, my 6.5 year-old girl reached for the hand of her 104.5 year-old friend Ruth, for whom my daughter had made “a hat crown” that very morning.

People along Broadway cheered Ruth, now wearing her “I VOTED EARLY IN THE CITY OF NEW YORK” sticker.

You could hear the claps for up and down the blocks.

Thank you for

Thank you for hearing Ruth’s story.

I cried, my husband cried, poll workers cried, Ruth cried.

My children witnessed herstory in action.

This is what voting means.

Y’all keep on getting out to vote.

Do it for Ruthie.