Thank you Brenda for helping me get started. We may have opened a can of worms.
When I was a kid, Labor Day was different. We didn't go to the lake, or grill out, or have a bunch of people over. No, we had to labor on Labor Day. Dad got off from his job at Plymouth Plating Works in Plymouth, Michigan but he stayed home and worked. It was considered an 'extra day' to work on the house, to take care of the house we were fortunate and blessed to have. They bought that house in 1959 for the enormous price of eighteen thousand dollars. Today, a vehicle alone can cost you more than that and will depreciate as soon as you drive it off the car lot. But that was a lot of money then, and I can only guess that a large amount of dad's paycheck went to keeping a roof over our heads. So on Labor Day, we laboured. Plus, other days dad got off. He didn't HAVE to be Labor Day. We ALL had to help paint the outside of the house or clean something. My sister and I helped our parents and it didn't matter how old we were either. ...
I love opening the cans....next lesson I'll teach you how to build a wiki!!!
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