As I recall, no major injuries took place on the building, but I recall they had a party one Saturday afternoon with about eight or ten of the stonemasons drinking bottles of wine and celebrating, but there again, it was humorous to see how they’d laugh and joke with one another in their native tongue but they were all happy to have completed the beautiful job. And I remember like instances at Watchman Tower. At that time they were hauling timber and cement and other building materials up from the road below and they used some donkeys on one or two occasions when they got the material up to the site at Watchman Tower. When the material was delivered to the site they’d place it on the ground thinking that it would be securely placed there. And some other pieces of lumber that might have been in the area would disturb the stack of materials and cause it to fall down below. Quite a bit of concrete sack was lost this way because the concrete sacks were quite heavy and when they put it on that soil, which was kind of sand like and soft like, a lot of it slid down the crater into the water below.
But this was corrected by more precautionary measures. I also remember when they were putting in the glass windows around the structure there was a windy day and the workmen were working on the inside of the building and these heavy gusts of wind came along and below out one side of the windows but fortunately no one was hurt and that caused several days of delay to replace all the glass broken out of the window because of that sudden burst of air. And as I recall, one man did fall from the scaffolding and break a leg, but it wasn’t serious. They rescued him and took him down to a hospital, as I recall, in Klamath Falls. But both the Sinnott Memorial and the Watchman Towers did entail a lot of caution and along with it the workmen always seemed to be happy, joking with me because they realized they were having a lot of fun and I certainly enjoyed the humor and the joking that they would make of us landscape architects. They called us “beauty boys.” And why they gave us the name “beauty boys” I’d laugh and think, well maybe it’s them, these things that we thought were important, to them were just another day’s work. But, by God I think they understood what we were trying to do, and I used to hear from one or two of the old masons up in Portland every Christmas in Italian. Although I couldn’t read his Christmas card I know his thoughts were good. I remember this one guy, he used to talk to me and say “Why do you do?” Plus, “Things so funny”. He was Italian. He says, “You make me work hard, then I have to take the rock out—what’s wrong with it the first time?!”
