Monday, September 5, 2016
Happy Labor Day
My father was born in 1909. He left home at age 15 and went to sea. He told me that the seamen were treated like animals. That was before the union. Master Mates and Pilots Union. I was born in 1947 and while I was growing up, I had no idea how much I owed to that union. Thanks to it, my father earned a wage that supported our family in a decent lower middle class lifestyle. My father had a stroke in 1964 and his union paid his medical insurance until the day he died in 1972. So, happy Labor Day and thanks for so much we now take for granted.