Manuscripts/Mixed Material [A Stonecutter's Holiday]
“In this shed the profit is split three way'. Three bosses. Two of them I am good friends with. The old boss an' his boy. The boy is married to a fine girl, but the old boss is plenty mad when he get married to her. Because she is French an' poor, an' her old man a drunk bum.
“They will build again. With $50,000 you can start a damn good shed. When this fire happen', we are line' up for three month' work. Three month' work, but not-too-fast work. Me, I feel bad 'bout the fire. Almost finish' I am on a fine memorial, one of the best I ever make. The old boss is after me all month to hurry up. But I task it easy. Slow, good work. I know there is no rush. An' I figure I am worth more than what they pay, anyway. All us good workers, we figure that way... This memorial, it is a rough tree trunk, with a scroll an' lilies. The order come from Texas.
“The fire alarm begin to ring Monday night 'bout nine o'clock. Right away I know it is a shed fire. I get there fast, but one shed is already half burn'. The fire light up the sky. You can see the hill' an' the river just like in the daytime. This shed is like a shell, dry old wood. When it start to burn you might as well let it go. The firemen work' hard, but what they can do?
“Three, four or us, we try to save some pieces of granite that are in the yard. We go so near the fire as the firemen will let us. We try, but we save nothing. The old boss is there. He say, 'Never mind, never mind. Go on home, all of you.' Well, I am hot an' wet an' tired, an' I go up the hill to sit in the grass an' watch that good granite get lick' by