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Well, this is a different take on labor and Catholicism.
"When I was growing up, we considered the Labor Day parade on Market Street one of the high points of the year. Women marched in the parades, but back then if you asked me or my fellow students at St. Agnes School, we would have told you that our dads worked and our moms stayed home. If our dads did not sit at desks at City Hall or wear police or fire department badges, they mostly wore union buttons while they hefted freight on the docks or nearby warehouses, drove trucks, and built and maintained the city’s downtown offices and department stores and uptown schools and houses.
Every other Sunday, our family joined those of my dad’s seven brothers and sisters for dinner at my grandparents’ house after 11:00 o’clock Mass at St. Vincent’s in Petaluma. After the meal, my dad and my four uncles, veterans of the battles to unionize workers who were not yet enrolled in Congress of Industrial Organization (CIO) or American Federation of Labor (AFL) unions, traded stories from the front lines of the labor wars.
An abiding theme in these late 1940s discussions between my dad and my uncles was their conviction that they were doing God’s work by spreading the gospel of union solidarity. They could quote by heart passages from Leo XIII’s Rerum Novarum (1891) and Pius XI’s Quadragesimo Anno (1931). …They had faith in the Church’s social justice teachings that offered pride of place to democratic (and anti-Communist) unions. What they could not understand were fellow Catholics who failed, in the language of a popular song of the day, to “accentuate the positive” when discussing the labor movement. "
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"When I was growing up, we considered the Labor Day parade on Market Street one of the high points of the year. Women marched in the parades, but back then if you asked me or my fellow students at St. Agnes School, we would have told you that our dads worked and our moms stayed home. If our dads did not sit at desks at City Hall or wear police or fire department badges, they mostly wore union buttons while they hefted freight on the docks or nearby warehouses, drove trucks, and built and maintained the city’s downtown offices and department stores and uptown schools and houses.
Every other Sunday, our family joined those of my dad’s seven brothers and sisters for dinner at my grandparents’ house after 11:00 o’clock Mass at St. Vincent’s in Petaluma. After the meal, my dad and my four uncles, veterans of the battles to unionize workers who were not yet enrolled in Congress of Industrial Organization (CIO) or American Federation of Labor (AFL) unions, traded stories from the front lines of the labor wars.
An abiding theme in these late 1940s discussions between my dad and my uncles was their conviction that they were doing God’s work by spreading the gospel of union solidarity. They could quote by heart passages from Leo XIII’s Rerum Novarum (1891) and Pius XI’s Quadragesimo Anno (1931). …They had faith in the Church’s social justice teachings that offered pride of place to democratic (and anti-Communist) unions. What they could not understand were fellow Catholics who failed, in the language of a popular song of the day, to “accentuate the positive” when discussing the labor movement. "
catholic-sf.org/news_select.php?newsid=6&id=57527