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Pat_B, did you go back home to visit your family?
posted by
Goldiec
on October 6, 2020 at 3:50 PM
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Seattle was about 100 miles north I think.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 6, 2020 at 1:10 PM
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You did make it out of there, it just took a little longer. To leave underage is difficult but I do know several people who did do that and they always seemed sharp and did get ahead in life, but it was difficult. You and the others are true survivors. Plus, I noticed the tone of this post not sugar-coated. That is really consistent with the struggle you faced. Good post.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on October 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM
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I think you did the right thing Pat. I can understand how you felt. Sadly no one had much money in our day. We used to sell a carpet for a £1 and were paid for it in ten payments. We needed a new van, but had to use old parts from other vehicles . I guess you made the best of things, not many achieved what you did with such lack of support.
posted by
C_C_T
on October 6, 2020 at 10:54 AM
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Pat_B, how far was Seattle from your home?
posted by
Goldiec
on October 6, 2020 at 10:45 AM
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I was the oldest of three, younger sis, even younger bro. We sometimes fought among ourselves, but woe betide any outsider who picked on any of us... I eventually graduated from h.s., got a job in Seattle.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 6, 2020 at 10:23 AM
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Pat_B, I loved your post! Did you have brothers and sisters living at home with you? Your post reminds me of myself and the way I thought way back when I was in school. My home life was a train wreck and I always promised myself when I grew up and had a family of my own my children would have a normal life. 
posted by
Goldiec
on October 6, 2020 at 8:58 AM
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You were obviously a smart young woman.
I totally relate to your story except that I did leave at sixteen. I was emancipated though. I had a step-dad from hell and anything was better than dealing with his daily wrath. I did not dodge the bullet though. I moved from Oregon to California in search of lord knows what. Life was really hard up until I turned 21.
posted by
Sherri_G
on October 6, 2020 at 8:42 AM
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A wheelbarrow--that's a new twist. I was saving up my nickels and dimes so I could take a Greyhound to somewhere. That fell by the wayside somewhere...probably Velvet Freeze.
posted by
TAPS.
on October 6, 2020 at 7:17 AM
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