From the ship all things were taken out, so that the clothes which I took with me on my back I only had.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
They were without clothes before I got there, and they were without clothes when I left.
They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.
My dad had a small suitcase stuffed with photos, mementoes from wherever he'd traveled as a Royal Navy gunner. Not that he gunned very much, as it turned out. I'd haul it out and go through it time and time again.
Not only I lost what I had in the ship, but from the captain and the company generally what was good or worth the taking was carried away; all which was done unknown to the emperor.
I've always liked my clothes, even before I could properly afford them. Clothes for me were never a cloak, a cover. They were how I chose to express myself.
I kept my clothes on. I borrowed money.
After the book took off, I bought a whole new wardrobe.
We had very few things. I had a couple pairs of jeans, a couple shirts. And same with my mom and sister. I think my sister had, like, two toys. We were living off of instant noodles.
When you get back from a trip, make a note of what you didn't wear. This will avoid packing it unnecessarily next time.
I did not have any money, so when I came to New York, I just dressed myself with whatever I could find and the Army-Navy store.