NEW JERSEY - The last hooray of summer bliss...
Labor Day was always a special time that I spent camping in the Catskills. There's nothing like sleeping in a Coleman tent with your family to appreciate the sounds of crickets and the smell of campfires crackling. And depending on the tempertures in the mountains, the nights could be either freezing for Labor Day weekend or still warm enough for no extra covers.
Morning time was always special, because my mother would prepare breakfast and coffee on the propane stove. My dad would always ask me to fill up the water jug which was a hike for a small child. Since I was promised a quarter for icecream, I couldn't refuse. The only challenge was that once the water jug was filled, I couldn't carry it down the hill and back to the tent.
My dad would eventually show up with a big smile on his face saying, "What happened, not strong enought to carry?"
Yes, my father was there to bring the water back, and I did get my quarter for icecream.
As Labor Day draws to a close, kids are preparing for school, and parents are ready for their children's academia.
Since the 1800s, the three-day weekend might be how the American worker celebrates the end of summer to say goodbye, but it's the cherished memories either at the Jersey Shore or the mountains that don't make the farewell of summer so unbearable.