Labor Day Blues

I’m going to call my dad and wish him a happy Labor Day.  Not that he was a big labor union man.  He certainly wasn’t.  It’s because I can’t go through a Labor Day without thinking about him.

My dad took Labor Day seriously.  To him, Labor meant work, and Day meant “get to it.”  So every year on Labor Day my dad rousted all us kids out of bed early in the morning, and as soon as breakfast was over, he started us on a long day of… well, of labor.

One year we thoroughly cleaned out the garage.  Another year we cleaned and weeded the backyard.  Another year we cleaned up all our pet areas.  (We had a possum we caught and a raccoon that was given to us, two geese that had wandered away from the cemetery pond–we called them Cuddles and Puddles, a goat someone gifted to my youngest sister, a dog named Whiskers and several cats whose names changed as they changed hands between my older sister and me (I liked the name Twinkle-the-Star-that-Came-Down-From-Heaven-Marshall.  My sister preferred Sir Lancelot and Beautiful Eyes.)  Oh, and a turtle that wandered in and decided to stay.  A surprisingly large menagerie for a South San Francisco home, as our neighbors frequently noted.  Another year we spent the day filling in a sprawling mud hole in the backyard where my brother and I has been working on digging a swimming pool for a family Christmas present.

I keep thinking I ought to be at my dad’s house cleaning today. It needs it because he is a true pack rat.  And, really, at the age of 98 he couldn’t clean up even if he wanted to.  But I have my own pantry to clean out, and the freezer, too.  Oh, and my office needs a good going over.  And…

Never mind.  Dan’s grilling hamburgers, so I’d better slice tomatoes and pickles and such.

Happy Labor Day!

Don’t work too hard.

Labor Day is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race or nation.

~Samuel Gompers~
 

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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10 Responses to Labor Day Blues

  1. Larissa Rudeen says:

    Don’t you mean your dad took Labor Day a little TOO seriously? Haha.

  2. B.J. Taylor says:

    Funny, I always think of Labor Day as a day of work, too; but I did sneak in some couch time yesterday!
    Happy Tuesday!

  3. My dad was just like that too. Washing windows and pulling weeds were some of our chores. We would watch the neighborhood kids riding their bikes passed our house. I can’t say it was one of my favorite holidays.

  4. I miss you too. Just finished my sequel to Riches to Rags. It took me a little longer than I had hoped. But when I finished, I decided to compare it to R 2 R. It was over twice as long, so no wonder it took a while. Christian Faith Publishing is looking at it. I am praying for God’s guidance.

  5. kaystrom says:

    Good for you! Let me know what happens. I want to read it!

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