Edna wakes at 5 AM; each morning the same chores, there are cows to milk and manure to clean, then breakfast for Joe.
“Why’s coffee so weak?”
“We’re down to the last beans.”
Joe has nothing to add, no payments from the mine as long as they are on strike, no more credit from the company store.
“There’s a union meeting later today. There are blacklegs in the mine”.
“There’s always another meeting… They will always find scab to replace you.”
“But we cannot give up”.
Edna looks at the door, knowing what it means.
“I’ll fix your dinner… somehow.”
I’m sure I was not the only one who saw the steep uphill climb, and my thought went to sisyphean life of the miners in Zola’s novel Germinal.
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May 2, 2018