“No human masterpiece has been created without great labor.” 

The morning is pretty but warm and humid. It is already 74°. Rain is predicted for this evening into tomorrow. I should have foreseen that forecast. Yesterday I washed and waxed the kitchen, bathroom and hall floors. I figure rain is a direct consequence of this frenzy of activity. I am driving myself crazy with all this cleaning. It has to stop.

Today I’m heading out to Agway to buy a few flowers. The perennials are on sale. I also want to buy a certain cat food which Jack devoured last night. I have been buying a variety of tastes to find out which Jack will eat. Most mornings, when I clean his dish, I end up throwing away just about a whole can but not today. Almost all of is gone. It is also the most expensive of any I’e bought. Of course it is.

When I was a kid, Labor Day confused me. How is it that people don’t work on Labor Day? I figured it should have been called Day Off Day. Back then everything was closed except corner stores. The red store was open, but I don’t think the white store was. Labor Day was also the last day of summer for most kids. School started on Tuesday. I was always excited for school to start, for a change in my day. I filled my school bag with the new pencil case, binders and white lined paper. My mother always made an amazing lunch on the first day. Hostess usually made an appearance.

Last night when the dogs went out I did too. I sat on the deck for a while. All the houses but mine were dark. I could hear the dogs in the brush of my backyard, and when Nala ran, I could hear the jingle of her tags. Henry joined me and kept watch. Nala stayed in the yard. They both followed me into the house.

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6 Comments on ““No human masterpiece has been created without great labor.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I also asked the same question in my mind about Labor Day. My father was involved in unionizing workers in the late 1930s in the wholesale she business in NYC. He always let me know the real meaning of Labor Day. I’m amazed that Republican Candidates, at least here in right wing Texas, campaign on Labor Day by exalting the creation and growth of businesses. This kind of reverse thinking can only work in a right to work, anti union, state like Texas.

    I also remember watching Jerry Lewis on the Muscular Distrophy telethon. It ran for 24 hours asking for money to defeat MD. I don’t think they have found a cure nor a prevention for that affliction. Telethons were common back then for other diseases. I always watched the last hour to see how much money was raised nationwide. At the end, Jerry Lewis had a falling out with the Muscular Dystrophy Association amd wasn’t on the last telethon.

    In the old days, before air conditioning, school began the Tuesday after Labor Day even though it was still hot in Texas. Yesterday, we had torrential rain storms everywhere except at my house. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I remember watching the telethon every Labor Day. Poor Jerry never left the stage and always looked exhausted. One year my brother and I went door to door and raised money for Jerry’s kids. We took it into Boston where there was a collection center. We met Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke there.

      I don’t think my father was ever in a union. I was in the teachers’ union both locally and state wide. When I was president of the local union, I did contract negotiating. As an administrator, I could not be in a union by law.

      My sister had a torrential rainstorm this morning. I had sun.

  2. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    As a kid, labor day meant starting to get ready to go home from the beach, so we were ready for school, I did not like it one bit. It wasn’t till later, my mom, explained what labor day meant, and how important unions were.
    I don’t think they taught much about unions in school.
    It’s warm here, and as you know there is a drought. Drip, Drip, goes my faucet. Malvina R. has a great song about that, of course she was a big union woman, and so is her daughter, Nancy.
    Of course, Jack wants the most expensive food. Cookie’s food is expensive also, but she needs to keep eating this brand. I am her slave… wait, no, I’m a union gal. Oh well.
    Stay Cool, and Happy Labor Day,
    Lori, the weird ones, and Cookie.

    • katry Says:

      HI Lori,
      Labor Day meant a Monday bath and laying out my new uniform clothes. I was sick of summer by then so I didn’t mind going back to school.

      As far as I know not a single person in my family when I was a kid was in a union.

      I remember learning about the emergence of unions and the reasons for them. I remember the AFL- CIO also being taught. I can still sing Look for the Union Label so unions were advertised on TV.

      We need rain dances!!


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