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Monday, 02 September 2013

Labor Day

By Henry Lowenstern

Labor Day comes once each year
to honor those no longer here
who, in an earlier age,
fought for a living wage
and workplace justice without fear.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Well said, easy holiday to let go by without that salute...my father was a bus driver, and a union organizer in the late 40s, early 50s..I am sorry I was too young to not applaud him then, he died young, 44...I am so proud of him and his work...

Last Labor Day I wrote about finding my father's Port Watchmens Union Membership book in his wallet after he died...

I'm very grateful for the workers who united under union membership to provide for me the lifestyle I now enjoy, I wonder who will do the same things for coming generations. It seems as though unions have gotten an ugly name, especially for our younger generations who don't want to pay union dues.

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