{"id":46,"date":"2008-02-19T16:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-20T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.orcutt.net\/weblog\/?p=46"},"modified":"2025-03-02T19:37:58","modified_gmt":"2025-03-02T19:37:58","slug":"my-granite-reminder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/my-granite-reminder\/","title":{"rendered":"My Granite Reminder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_admire.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" alignright wp-image-5120\" src=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_admire-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"210\" height=\"157\" srcset=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_admire-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_admire.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Like a lot of writers, I keep a stone on my desk to use as a paperweight. But mine has a special meaning to me because it&#8217;s a chunk of granite from one of the quarries my grandfather and great-grandfather worked, and every time I look at it, I&#8217;m reminded of how far the Orcutts have come.<\/p>\n<p>Last summer, while working on a story that takes place off the coast of Maine, I spent some time on the island my family comes from: <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Vinalhaven,_Maine\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Vinalhaven<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Tooling around the island in a friend&#8217;s pickup truck, I visited the places my ancestors had lived and worked\u2014especially the granite quarries. In the early 1900s, granite from Vinalhaven was used for a lot of important buildings in the Northeast, including the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City. My great-grandfather was part of the small crew that cut and shaped the columns for that impressive structure.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_column.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" alignleft wp-image-5121\" src=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_column-300x196.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"210\" height=\"137\" srcset=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_column-300x196.jpg 300w, https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/02\/granite_column.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 210px) 100vw, 210px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>My grandfather also cut granite for buildings, but he did something else that I find just as impressive, and that&#8217;s cutting paving block. In those days, many of the streets in Boston and New York were still cobblestone, which meant that somebody had to cut those uniform-sized blocks.<\/p>\n<p>According to my uncle Harris, my grandfather made 2 cents for each block. &#8220;This was during the Depression you see,&#8221; Harris said. &#8220;He&#8217;d bring home forty, fifty dollars a week. Do the math. That&#8217;s two thousand to twenty-five hundred stones a week. And if they weren&#8217;t perfect, he didn&#8217;t get paid.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Where am I going with this entry, you ask? What&#8217;s my point?<\/p>\n<p>My point is this:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\"><strong>Every time I sit down at my computer and get to use my brain to make a living, I pick up my granite paperweight, feel its roughness and its heft, and think about the hard work my ancestors did that enabled me to be where I am today. Because they worked their asses off cutting stone, I&#8217;m able to indulge in creative pursuits. I like to think they&#8217;d want this, that they&#8217;d want me to do what I loved instead of just working to survive.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m incredibly proud of them and grateful for the sacrifices they made.<\/p>\n<p>The success I seek with my writing isn&#8217;t just for myself.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s for them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Like a lot of writers, I keep a stone on my desk to use as a paperweight. But mine has a special meaning to me because it&#8217;s a chunk of granite from one of the quarries my grandfather and great-grandfather worked, and every time I look at it, I&#8217;m reminded of how far the Orcutts &#8230; <a title=\"My Granite Reminder\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/my-granite-reminder\/\" aria-label=\"Read more about My Granite Reminder\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9214,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46\/revisions\/9214"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}