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|Uncle Frank in the 1970s|
About one month, finish thinning beets, then I went to work on the railroad in Fargo, North Dakota. Two months-and-a-half, I quit. There’s a hobo in the railroad told me go to Minneapolis to work in the meat-packing company. We ride the freight train. We arrive there (but) we got no chance to get a job. I stay two weeks; I spend all my money.
I ride the railroad again. I was traveling with a hobo. I asked him, “Where you gonna go?”
He said, “Butte, Montana.”
“Can I go with you?”
“Yeah. You just pack your blanket, some clothes.” We go on a freight train. It takes three days and two nights to Butte, Montana from Minneapolis.
Before we reach town, the guy jumped down. I’m alone there. I was scared. I just stay on the train till it reach Seattle. . . . I walk to a hotel and ask for a room. “What are you?” someone said.
He said, “No. You can’t get room here. You’re too dirty.”
“Can I have a bath then?”
“O.K.” After I take a bath, he gave me a room.
. . .I kept walking the streets. Then I met a Filipino who was working in the mines in Butte, Montana. I asked him I could get a job there. He said, “Oh yes.”
I (work) there about two months. Every day there is an accident in the mine. I quit. I took the freight train from Butte, Montana to Seattle, Washington. I know the city already. I went to work on a farm, about six months. I didn’t like it again.
It (Seattle) was too cold. They say California, the weather’s good. I come to California in 1931. I didn’t know nobody. Just take a chance. That time I had money; I ride on the bus.