Happy Labor Day! It’s a strange time for me — well, it’s a strange year, but Labor Day is a strange day any year. I know it was set up to honor workers and to celebrate the contributions of “organized” labor, i.e., unions.
But growing up as I did, with my dad teaching every year and my mom substituting when we were younger, then going back to school when we were in high school and starting to teach child development, Labor Day was different at our house. It was more like New Year’s Eve than Dec. 31 was.
Oh, we’d have fun on Dec. 31, complete with staying up until midnight when we could or staying up to hear Big Ben’s chimes on the radio at 6 p.m. if we couldn’t manage midnight.
But Labor Day was the day before everything started again. There might be a picnic, but there were serious things to plan out. Dad was going back to work the next day, and it was easy to pick up the idea that I was, too.
And just like Jan. 1 is meant to be, the day after Labor Day was full of meeting new people, sometimes in new buildings as well as new rooms, and trying to catch up to old friends.
I guess it’s no wonder that if it weren’t for my diary, Dec. 31 would feel completely artificial.
Happy new year!
Margaret Serious has a page on Facebook.
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