This incident is covered in other chapters of my life story. See stay at George Junior Republic. After my Dad was left permanently disabled by a stroke, my siblings placed me in the George Junior Republic. This was and is a long established boys home just south of Pomona. I felt that I was in a prison and climbed out a window on my second night there. Here is a recent picture of the window.
It probably was around midnight. It was dark and a 3-4 hour walk to the highway. Then 400 miles to Berkeley.
Aunt Marjorie phoned my sister Jean and put me on a bus back to Pomona. This was a short visit. I was to return and stay longer.
Aunt Marjorie phoned my sister Jean and put me on a bus back to Pomona. This was a short visit. I was to return and stay longer.
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