Monday, September 3, 2018

A Tribute to a Hard-Working Man


 
  I believe his given name was James Douglas. Out of respect we all called him Cap'n. When I met him he was in his 70s, and still working despite a bad back. He worked his own machine at Resco Products, Inc., along the banks of the Schuylkill River between Conshohocken and Norristown, just outside Philadelphia. We made heat-resistant cement to line tanks and pipes in refineries. 
     The Cap'n actually worked for the Labor Pool, located at 4th and Girard Streets in Philly. Like several other people I worked with, he migrated from the South (in his case South Carolina or Virginia) with thousands of African-Americans in the 1940s.
   He always had a smile, a kind word, and everyone’s respect. The poem is form Saluda Reflections, from Finishing Line Press.

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