Gordon B Hinckley once said, “Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.”   Sort of reminds me of growing up on a farm.  Not the weeds, though I saw plenty as a kid growing up on a south Georgia farm, but the hard work.  We always had chores to be done, and they were done come rain, sleet, or shine.  Some days it was plowing a dusty field, or others it was laying scorching hot irrigation pipe.  To this day, I can still remember the sights and sounds of tending to pigs at the “Hog Barn.”  It’s work you just don’t forget!!

In those days, I couldn’t wait to get time off from the farm.  I really didn’t grasp the magnitude of picking vegetables in the garden for the wonderful home cooked meals made by mom.  Meals that I can still taste to this day….the speckled peas, the yummy butter beans, the itchy okra, and the bright red tomatoes for tomato sandwiches.   It was hard work that one doesn’t completely appreciate or understand until you have a family of your own.  Yet, looking back, I can honestly say that I miss the simplicity of sitting on that hot tractor and hearing the droning noise while plowing a 40 acre field.  It was hard work, but it truly gave me an understand of  “Happy Labor Day.”

For those of you old enough to remember, the musical group Alabama  put out a popular song in 1985 called Forty-Hour Week.  The song was a huge success because most Americans could relate to its lyrics:

There are people in this country
Who work hard every day
Not for fame or fortune do they strive
But the fruits of their labor
Are worth more than their pay
And it’s time a few of them were recognized.

Hello Detroit auto workers,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’,
Just to send it on down the line
Hello Pittsburgh steel mill workers,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’,
Just to send it on down the line.

This is for the one who swings the hammer,
Driving home the nail
Or the one behind the counter,
Ringing up the sale
Or the one who fights the fires,
The one who brings the mail
For everyone who works behind the scenes.

You can see them every morning
In the factories and the fields
In the city streets and the quiet country towns
Working together like spokes inside a wheel
They keep this country turning around.

Hello Kansas wheat field farmer,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’,
Just to send it on down the line
Hello West Virginia coal miner,
Let me thank you for your time
You work a forty hour week for a livin’,
Just to send it on down the line.

This is for the one who drives the big rig,
Up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse,
Bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic,
The policeman on patrol
For everyone who works behind the scenes.

With a spirit you can’t replace with no machine
Hello America, let me thank you for your time…

 

Happy Labor Day, fans!  Whether you’re working “in the factory” or spending time with your families, the Pit Crew wishes you the very best.

Sincerely,

Neil, Erica, and the Pit Crew

YouTube:  “Forty-hour Week” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-G2J3RzURA)