prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Baltimore. The trip of an unsupervised and willful (little kooky) boy.

Please read the post just before this one. (Baltimore. I walked out of town.) Link.

I have received two comments about my previous post. Both commenters expressed sorrow and sadness. The sad part of the post is how it points out that I did not have any home or supervision. It indicates that I was on my own at such a young age. I had been on my own for some time prior to the trip. Even before my Father had a severe stroke. My siblings (all older than me had me put in a boys home. George Junior Republic in Chino.)

I was so used to being on my own that I ran away from the Republic. (a semi reform school) In Pomona I got a job washing dishes and rented a room for $4.50 a month. (middle of the Great Depression) Did not miss much high school. Never went back to the Republic. George Junior Republic was and is a good boys home. Steve McQueen is a fellow alumni. He probably graduated.

The trip that dropped me in the middle of Baltimore was a fun thing. I did and still love going and seeing. This old age thing might just put an end to such things for me. Darn. I will be 90 in 49 days. I was cold and hungry on the trip home but no problems otherwise. I still remember coming up to the kitchen door of my sister Jean when I arrived in Pomona. Jean was a wonderful person in my life. She was like a Mom to me.

The trip was not really a sad thing. It was a foolish and silly (but still fun) thing. I am good at that.

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