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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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...
Posted by: Mary Follett | Monday, 02 September 2013 at 08:46 AM
Last Labor Day I wrote about finding my father's Port Watchmens Union Membership book in his wallet after he died...
Posted by: Susan G. | Monday, 02 September 2013 at 09:06 AM
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.
Posted by: dkzody | Monday, 02 September 2013 at 09:38 AM