Books [Spanish Granite Worker]
I was a stranger in Barre — but not for long. The first night I got in a poker game with Italian stonecutters. And we got drunk again too. I lost money so they liked me. Better than if I won. Later I won money plenty, but it was o. k. then. Everybody knew Lopez. Lopez knew everybody. It was nothing to get a job them days. Just walk into a shed. They ask what you do, you tell them, they put you to work.
In Spain I cut stone by hand. When I got here they had the new machinery. I learnt to use the sandblast. A fellow took me in and learnt me. A Spanish fellow who knew people I knew back home. It's not so bad to learn. The power shivers your arms. Your whole body shivers. But it ain't too bad...
In the strike in 1921 I got in jail. We had a big fight. We jumped this bunch of Frenchmen and we kicked the living hell out of them. I broke one fellow's jaw. By Jesus I felt the bone give under my fist. Then one of those French bastards hit me over the head with a club or something. It knocked me out cold. I woke up in jail. I didn't start the goddamn fight but they pinched me. I was the only one got pinched. I got off o. k. though, a fine of ten-and-costs. Ten bucks was nothing then. But right now ten bucks is plenty money, by God. Plenty money.
I never married. I like the girls as well as anybody, but not to marry. You don't have to marry them. I have too