Whenever I start to type my Labor Day blog, I always google how the holiday started. This year it felt like I had previously done that very search several times. I looked and noticed that I have written over 1700 blog entries … So yes, I have previously written several Labor Day blogs. It also gives me an excuse to write one blog that will be good for a few days!
Just a reminder, if you are keeping a Labor Day blog score at home. Yes, I know… no one really is keeping score…moving on.
Oregon was the first state to make it a holiday on February 21, 1887. In 1894, it became a federal holiday, and officially celebrated as a holiday by thirty states. Then, it was approved as a national holiday, following the deaths of workers from the U.S. Marshals and military during the horrible events of the Pullman Strike.
Most of us think of Labor Day as the last days of the summer season, including that most pools close after this weekend. Many people will spend this weekend with family or at a neighbor’s or friend’s barbecue or picnic.
Which brings me to two quick stories. One is a story from the Bible and the other from just Daly life… or something like that.
First, Labor Day reminds me of The Parable of the Workers in the Vineyard in Matthew 20: 1-16 because it is a story that involves working, pay, and contract.
I just mention it to remind you of workers who agreed to, and were happy to work for a specific wage… and then were unhappy when they heard about what others were also being paid. A rare Bible story involving labor.
The second story is a bit off the beaten path, but I throw it in because it seems just as incongruous with Labor Day, as picnics and BBQ might seem to some. But we “comfortably” connect them as we previously noted, and because blogging just takes us there.
This is the story of John Daly “living life”. Not much about labor… which might be his problem too.
From SBNATION, we’re told why Daly believes that he recently survived after he collapsed on a golf course and was left without a pulse for three minutes. He feels he is fine now because fortunately, “I only smoke two packs of cigarettes a day, not three, so I’ll be all right”.
A story that changes up the Labor Day blog!
I hope you have a great weekend… and a meaningful Labor Day!
And in keeping with the genre of picnics for our pic o’ day…