According to Wikipedia, Labor Day became an official holiday in 1887 to celebrate the “American labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of their country.”
As a child, Labor Day meant that school was right around the corner, as was Halloween, sweater weather, and hot chocolate. It was a day for one last cookout of the summer; one last day in the pool before the weather turned; one last bike ride in shorts and T-shirt; and one last night of children running through the backyards catching lightning bugs. As an adult, the holiday has meant a three day weekend and a day to sleep in.
Today, I am honoring the holiday with photos of ancestors at work or their places of business.
This is the store my maternal grandmother’s stepfather ran in Anderson, Indiana.
My maternal grandfather, Glen R. Johnson, in uniform. One of the many pictures I have during his career in the U.S. Air Force.
My dad and two others in front of the place he worked when he was stationed in Japan (mid-1950s)
My mom, Mary (Johnson) Amore, at her desk at the Greene County (Ohio) Senior Center – mid 1990s
HAPPY LABOR DAY!
(Labor Day image courtesty of Gifs.cc – Free Labor Day Clipart)