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| Men eating lunch on a skyscraper, 1932. Photo by Charles Ebbets |
We take this day every year to enjoy a day not toiling, in honor of the American laborer. In the era of the movement, it was a reflection that the laborer made all things great, or greater, in America.
You might think it was in the time when we were pushing to build after the Great Depression; when corporations rose and became strong through their labor forces; skyscrapers climbed taller than most had ever dreamed by laying on strong laborers in their blue shirts; of the era when banks of PBX boards and women in headphones sat in the back offices of those same corporations directing calls, and taking messages.
Actually, it was first made a holiday in 1894, just a year after the first American gasoline powered automobile was built, and a year before that same car won the first American car race.
I personally try to take this weekend off each year, but, without delving into my business, that is not always as easy as it sounds. Nonetheless, this year, I managed. Which was a good thing, after a summer of non-stop work.
Besides taking the weekend off, I do try to take a bit of quiet time to simply reflect on the reason the day (whatever holiday) was set aside. It's one of the very few actual "legal" federal holidays, and so, my senses are that the day should be noted in more than just a passing appreciation of a day off.
I now work for a company that I founded. I make the main decisions. I stand as the final stop for "the buck." While I am not a 'laborer' per se, I am certainly a model for creation of small business enterprise; for making new space for other 'workers.' But, I don't take a lot of time to make my contemplation about me, or my life. Obviously, my filters are influenced by my life, though.
The true 'labor' that comes to my mind are those in orange vests or tan uniforms on the highway; the city flat foot. But they are only the first that fill my thoughts. The teachers at their chalkboards (or white boards) who are the shapers of our upcoming generations are often tucked away on this weekend prepping the next Tuesday's lesson, and not, as I, taking the day.
Nurses and others in the medical industry who, like our first responders, can not view any one day as a day off; our soldiers and sailors; each and all of these types of 'labor' are the life blood of our communities and our country.
Certainly, there are few people who haven't at some time, if not much of the time, been a labor contributor to their community or to this country. So, on reflection, this is a day to celebrate us! Us, we those people, all of us who do anything to participate in life in this country. Why not kick off your shoes, pour yourself a beverage, put your favorite food on the barbie, and give yourself a pat on the back. You deserve it!
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| Men eating lunch on a skyscraper, 2011. Little changes. (And, yes, it could just have easily been women, but in this photo, it's not). |
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