Manuscripts/Mixed Material [A French Stonecutter]
Miss Mary Tomasi
63 Barre St.
Montpelier, Vt. The Granite Worker French
A FRENCH STONECUTTER
[Rae?] was short and stocky. A reddish brown moustache almost covered his short upper lip; above that his wide rather flat nose was red, too. The painful red of sunburn from outdoor work.
“I take whatever work I can get,” he said. “Right now it's WPA. Digging ditches. It's better than nothing. I haven't a family, so I mange to get along with the little I earn.
“I can cut stone. I've done it on and off for thirteen years. I can't say I like it. The pay is good, but whenever I get a chance for other work I grab it. I've seen too many of these stonecutters' lives shortened. I don't want it to happen to me. I went into the sheds in the first place because I couldn't find other work. I still work there once in a while.
“I come here from Canada when I was around fifteen. My mother, sister and I had been living there while my father worked in the Barre sheds. I had one year of high school here in Barre, then I found work helping a bricklayer. It didn't pay much because I just helped a few hours a day. My father had been working in the sheds all his life, he died two years after I quit school. The only reason I went into the sheds then was because I needed more money to support