When I was little, and for most of my youth, my dad would share the following. If I was going to be a ditch digger, I should be the best ditch digger.
He wasn’t speaking about my being the best of the ditch diggers. No, he was talking about taking pride in one’s work, whatever that work might be.
All the years I lived with my parents I saw both approach the work they did with that goal in mind. My mom didn’t have dinner on the table when my dad got home from work at 5:15 and my dad was home by that time every work day.
They both did their best to provide for each other. They were quite the team.
I think my dad joined a union sometime in the mid-60s. Not sure how or why that happened.
My dad was a forklift operator who spent the day making sure merchandise went from the warehouse to the many, many Sears retail stores in the Southwest.
My dad worked for Sears at a time when profit sharing existed, so we benefitted from the commitment and investment the company placed in its workers. In a way, Sears did its best to treat its workers well.
I am proud to honor my dad and the folks who perform all those day to day tasks that are so easy to forget.