Labour Day Reflections

Yesterday was Labour Day. For most of us it was a day of rest and fun, maybe spent with friends and family.

Growing up, a lot of my family dinner conversation was history based. It was at the table that my father, a history buff and champion of human rights, introduced us to the Tolpuddle Martyrs.

On our last trip to England, as the official navigator and using an old-fashioned impossible to refold map, I noticed that we were not all that far from the village of Tolpuddle. My husband veered off at my enthusiastic “Turn here!” and a drive down a narrow gravel road led us to this historic site.

Martyrs’ Sculpture at Tolpuddle Martyrs Museum

People like George Loveless, James Brine, James Hammett, James Loveless, and Thomas Standfield paved the way for our current wage and labour laws.

In a previous blog I told how my mother was instrumental in giving me my life-long love of reading. She paved the way for my academic ventures.

Who or what paved your way?

To whom or what do you think we owe our day of rest this Labour Day?

We have indeed come a long way.

I hope your Labour Day was tranquil and peaceful.

Tranquility.

 

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Founder and Owner of the Protocol School Of Ottawa
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4 Responses to Labour Day Reflections

  1. karenhickman says:

    Suzanne,
    I loved the history lesson. Thank you for sharing another lovely story about your family.

  2. Angela says:

    Your photo of “tranquility” put an instant smile on my face…I was lucky enough to spend my Labour Day there….

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