The inner walls of the lovely
Franklin Park Conservatory
courtyard shows designs:
triangles and diamonds,
criss cross patterns
in the brickwork.
Make sure you
It makes a
There are curses heard,
Some under their breaths,
Then ones right out loud.
Yes, this is the curved road
or driveway heading towards work.
A place which is antiquated,
used to have a railway entrance,
can see the trails of metal rails
along the edge, the side of the
building where the “dungeon,”
the aerosol room or the
“bomb shelter,” as it still remains
named by the older workers.
My dear friend, Bill, who many may
remember took me to see the areas
of Ohio where nature preserves,
echers, waterfalls and landmarks,
both in cemeteries and tallest
“mountain” (biggest hill)
Ohio is. There are posts
which start with the one titled,
“The Man My Daughter Knew First.”
Then we travelled in his little,
old red pick-up truck to the
caves of Kentucky, the river and
speed racing area of Madison,
the high Clifty Falls of Indiana
and the UP as well as the lovely,
Fairy tale town of Charlevoix,
Michigan where my first college
dormitory friend and Maid of Honor
spends her Spring through Fall,
the dreaded “Hurricane Season.”
(She spends her late Autumn,
Winter and early Spring in
Long Beach, Mississippi.)
Yes, to Castle Farms and road trips!
~ ** ~
We were standing at the time clock,
Bill and I, recently. He was clocking
out of a long, sweaty night, as I was
(Unfortunately) clocking in.
I asked him, this being only his
second place of employment,
after over Forty Years here,
“What in the world had possibly
caused you to stay here, of all places?”
He chuckled and whispered,
“I liked the people,
It paid my family’s bills,
I still count about five people here,
(showing me his big, right hand)
Who have made me feel like
I had the best life ever,
Who still work here.”
I sighed, thinking about my
joyous preschool teaching days,
middle school Language Arts days,
and I smiled at my dear sister in law’s
words which moved me forward
in this line of people, taking
my name tag with its
and I clocked in.
Susan is a very
who reminds me:
“You get paid to work out, Robin.”
Ha ha ha!
Outside work entrance,
Having made it past the
Guard shack, looking at
the flag, still and quiet.
Always like when it blows,
proudly unfurling and waving
to the workers as they head into
the auto parts warehouse.
Today is Labor Day,
we “earned” our day off by
working 48 hours last week!
We aren’t a “union” warehouse,
nor are we likely to try and
throw a strike. Just regular
people trying to make a “living.”
Many are my friends after our
eight years of hot summers
and relieved when cooler weather
comes, since shorter days.
Tell us your hardest job ever,
in honor of those who “labor”
or “labour” valiantly through their
shifts ~ Which was worse?
A night job, day job or second
(in-between) shift? There are
nurses, doctors, electricians
and street department workers
who struggle through extra or
longer shifts called “doubles.”
Did I leave anyone out?
Hope you may be part of the
relaxed group who have
Labor Day ~ OFF!
September 5, 2016.
If you live in a country which doesn’t
celebrate a day off by honoring
workers, sending you smiles
and encouragement. xo