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Happy Labor Day


The culture that I grew up in celebrating labor day....by doing labor!!  We lived on a large family ranch that required constant work.  So Labor Day as a day off school meant that all of the "help" would be home!  Cattle drives or larger projects were scheduled.

My husband and I are self employed in one job as Pastors in which we are always on call.  My husband also works in surgery so spends many holidays on call.  Many of my friends who are educators or who work another full time job...work at the local lake as an added income on labor day.

Law Enforcement officers are at work today.
Nurses are working today.
Cooks and food servers are working today.
One trash company has been by our street.

My in laws made labor day their day for yard work and getting ready for winter.  Others use it for clean up or planning time.

Thousands of people from local states come to our huge lake to celebrate the holiday camping, boating and jet skiing.  I'm amazed at the lake culture and the time, money and energy put in to "living there" on the weekends.

Do you think that our entertainment/pleasure seeking culture really appreciates labor day? Is it an entitled day?

Today, my youngest left for work this morning at 8am to help an area rancher.

My middle son is at school and working.

My oldest in the military is working.

 Maybe a culture of hard work needs to be reestablished.



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