The History of Labor Day
The Movement That Created More Than Just a Holiday
Peter McGuire was already working at age eleven, selling newspapers on the streets of New York City, shining shoes, cleaning stores and running errands. It was his job to help support his mother and six brothers and sisters when his father went away to fight in the Civil War in 1863.
2003 - The story you are about to read comes from a very dear friend of mine, Dr. Jim Kirby. I had the opportunity to meet Dr. Kirby in a WWII chat room on AOL called WW2 Vets and Friends, which James Vernere and Dr. Kirby co founded. This is a wonderful chat room full of veterans and friends. The room meets everyday at 1 p.m. and 7 p.m. Est. please join us and share your stories.—Dr. Zoë Simmons
Dentists Recount Okinawa
By: Daniel McCann
Provided by: Dr. Jim Kirby
Years ago, I used to write a column titled, “Coffee Shop Conversation.” The idea behind the column was a large round table located in a restaurant. This particular restaurant was in a small farming community and was frequented by a group of retired gentlemen several times each day. As they enjoyed their coffee, they would also hold many interesting conversations.
If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the guy who
once said: "I woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been stolen...and
replaced by exact duplicates" His mind sees things differently than we do
-- to our amazement and amusement. Here are some more of his gems.
I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
Half the people you know are below average.
99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
Life is Tough
When I read something like this, I feel a little better about myself.
YOUR JOB IS SAFE AS LONG AS THESE GUYS ARE OUT THERE
Recently, when I went to McDonald's, I saw on the menu that you could
have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen
"We don't have half dozen nuggets," said the teenager at the counter.
"You don't?" I replied.
"We only have six, nine, or twelve," was the reply.
U. S. Legacies is the place to share true historical stories about life, from the last generation in this country that traveled in covered wagons, horse and buggies or Model T's, went to one room schools, lived through one or two world wars or cooked on wood burning stoves.
Our goal is to obtain, preserve and share as many of these stories as possible, before the last remaining survivor of this special generation, leave us.
Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.
Submitted by LTC. Milton J. Long (AUS) Ret, Columbus, Ohio.
Cosi, in Columbus, Ohio, opens its display, Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition, on March 12, 2005, which reminds Milton Long that a relative of his, Milton C. Long, perished when the liner sank in the North Atlantic.
Milton C. Long was the son of Judge Charles L. Long of Springfield, Massachusetts, who was returning from a tour of Europe. Milton’s father was named after the judge’s son and his brother, after the judge.
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
I grew up in the Sheffield area of Northeast Kansas City in the late 1950s, but spent a good part of each summer vacation at my grandparent’s house just south of Amoret, Mo.
They lived about three miles south of town. The Marais des Cygnes river was on the east side of their property and a stand of deep timber on the west side. Rich bottom land made up the other two sides of the property. A long winding road made from crushed river rock led to the old house.