Nadin:
The best recipe I found for scones is in Joy of Cooking, using the base cream scone one, with embellishments of more than called-for blueberries and added pecans. If you don't have Joy, just let me know and I will type it out and email it to you. MMMMMMmmmmmm, good!
For historical perspective of when labor was a force in this country, you could start with:
A couple of books at Amazon on Harry Bridges:
http://www.amazon.com/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=harry+bridges... Harry Bridges (July 28, 1901–March 30, 1990) was an influential Australian-American union leader, in the International Longshore and Warehouse Union (ILWU), a longshore (dock) and warehouse workers' union on the West Coast, Hawai'i and Alaska which he helped form and led for over 40 years. As controversial as he was charismatic, he was prosecuted by the US government during the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s, and was convicted by a federal jury of having lied about his Communist Party membership, a conviction which was set aside. On the West Coast, Bridges still excites passions both for and against the labor movement………
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Bridges http://www.ilwu19.com/history/dragon.htm Then there is Waiting for Lefty:
Waiting for Lefty is a 1935 play by American playwright, Clifford Odets. Consisting of a series of related vignettes, the entire play is framed by the meeting of cab drivers who are planning a labor strike. The framing situation effectively utilizes the audience as part of the meeting.
The play is composed of seven different vignettes separated by blackouts. As the play opens, several taxi drivers sit in a semicircle. To one side stands a gunman. A large man and union leader, Harry Fatt, tells the men that a strike is not a good idea. When a man in the crowd mocks this idea, Fatt calls him a "red" (slang for Communist), says he is keeping an eye out for them in the union, and claims that the reds, given the chance, will betray their fellow workers. The crowd questions where Lefty is, their elected chairman. Fatt reminds them they already have their elected committee present. He lets Joe, one of the workers, speak. Joe maintains he is not a "red boy," citing his status as a wounded war veteran, and discusses how if a worker expresses dissatisfaction, the union leaders label him a "red." He says his wife convinced him last week to strike for higher wages.
The taxi drivers remain dimly visible on stage as Edna joins Joe in their home (the scene is supposed to take place a week before the play's first scene). She tells him that their furniture, unpaid for, was repossessed. They argue; Joe claims that strikes do not work, and that they lose money while they are on strike, while she says that while his salary barely covers rent now, soon the owners will push down their wages even more. She says his boss is "making suckers" out of the workers, and out of their families. Joe tells her she'll wake the children, but she says she only wants to wake him up. She calls his union "rotten," since they don't tell the workers what their plans are. Joe admits they're "racketeers." When Edna challenges Joe to stand up to them, and he backs down, she tells him she's going back to her old boyfriend, since he earns a living. The taxi drivers, still in the dark, whisper words like "She will." Edna turns the subject to Joe's boss who, she says, is creating all these problems. She encourages Joe to start a workers' union without the racketeers. Joe gets swept up in her passion and tells her he's going to find Lefty Costello. Edna cheers him on. Back in the taxi driver's meeting, one of the men says that his fellow workers know better than he does, and that "We gotta walk out!"
More at ......
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_Lefty PS: This play was based on a true story, as the real Lefty was not killed but survived a brutal beating when he was left for dead, to be a hero among the organized cabbies of NYC, and was the uncle of my friend that just survived the cytokine storm and flu/viral pneumonia I told you about. How's that for a cosmic coincidence?
Just my dos centavos
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