When i was a kid Labor Day meant the end of summer and the start of school. My father explained to me that it was a very important holiday; that it was a recognition that workers and the work they do were valuable. As all great holidays surfaced, this one has history, is important; the people wanted recognition for their work and they marched and lobbied for that respect. In 1894, Labor day became a federal holiday.
Today the children are in school long before Labor Day and filled with the newness of the school year, they are not vested in or generally made aware of this important day. I like to think of it as a salute to the person next to you; kind of a thank you for his or her efforts. It really doesn’t matter what the work is, what matters is each individual’s efforts and williness to work. I personally think that I need to find work, work, and feel better about the world when I contribute. My work may appear to you as suspect; writing murder mysteriew. But it also contributes to our understanding of evil, sociopaths, and the sociology of living.
Don’t think for a minute that I’m only thinking about paid work. No, all the volunteers, home-care family members, contributors of kindness to others also work. So stand up all and salute yourselves. Happy Labor Day
Kathleen lives with her husband Joe and their dog Othello midst their large family in Springfield, Massachusetts.
"My love affair with plots, murder, mystery, spies and, in general, with crime novels began at an early age. I read and read – probably have read 2,000 crime novels since then. Even at an early age, I developed my own plots if only to cover up my misdeeds to the chagrin of my family and teachers. Some less creative called it fibbing!
Now I write from the love of plot – of people and their ways –of life – of philosophy – about crime –about the sociopath/psychopath."
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