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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.

The Golden Gate

“Daddy, what is that?” She asked. She was pointing to the island known as Alcatraz. They were mid-span about the waters and the gulls. “What is that?” She asked, this time pointing to the long gray structure known as the … Continue reading

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Morning Sickness

“Mama don’t go.” Melvin’s words were simple. They were brief but they rattled terribly in his mother’s ears long after. Even unto this day, those few words live long.   “I need you.” He said. His eyes had failed to … Continue reading

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Catharsis (Uncle Joe’s 1st heart break)

It was cold that day, in late December, in 1965, when the north wind storm bounced the car and us inside it, and cracked the clouds and shook loose it’s moisture. We sat there, in our cozy privacy. I sat … Continue reading

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The Songbirds (a Fourth Grade Adventure)

“Time for SongBirds.” Miss Kelly said. “Oh no!” Joe looked up at her bright red hair and freckled face. He quickly lowered his eyes hoping she would take no notice of him. He hated singing. The last time she called … Continue reading

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The Lady in the Bed

    “Who’s that?” I asked. The year was 1950. I was barely three years old, but I still remember. My memory is a bit fuzzy about exactly where we were. We were probably at the Maryknoll hospital in Monrovia, California. … Continue reading

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Frank and Henry by Carlos Najera

  Back in 1953 my brothers Frank and Henry Olivas were at a local beer joint here in Oxnard. They met a woman there who was visiting from out of town. She drove a brand-new Cadillac convertible. The rest of … Continue reading

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The Rose Garden

Groundbreaking for the Rose Garden took place in 1931. It took six years of planning and planting before it was officially dedicated. The San Jose municipal Rose Garden is 5 and a half acres in size. Thousands of visitors walk … Continue reading

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