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Alice by Carlos Najera

Diphtheria is a bacterial infection often affecting the membranes of your nose and throat. Symptoms include a sore throat, fever, nosebleeds, swollen glands on the throat, and weakness. The telling symptom is a sheet of thick, gray material covering the … Continue reading

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The Blood of Kings by Carlos and Joseph Najera

  My mother married again in 1915. She married a Pochi. His name was  Juan María Olivas. He descended from one of the original Spanish-speaking families of California.  His name was Don Raimundo Olivas and in 1841 he received a land grant … Continue reading

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The Old Wood Stove by Carlos Najera

When the weather was fair my mama cooked outside. There was an old wood stove in there. It may seem primitive by our modern standards, but that stove could cook anything. It could fry and it could bake. My mama … Continue reading

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To Everything . . . by Carlos Najera

Pictured here are Ricardo and Enrique Flores Magon. They were among the many revolutionaries who rose up against the Mexican government. Their headquarters was on the West Coast. Their goal was to capture Ensenada  and create a socialist state in … Continue reading

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Half Burro Half Mesquite by Carlos Leonardo Najera de Madrid

Carlos Najera (1908-1999)           Many people have asked me how it was I got to be so old. And I have answered it is because I am mestizo, half burro half mesquite.           I was born on a hill in … Continue reading

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Calexico 1912 by Carlos Najera

This is downtown Calexico. The official border crossing is four blocks down the street and a turn to the left. The US/Mexico border line is directly behind the buildings on the left. There is an alley behind the buildings, and … Continue reading

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1911

That night when I left my tears at the foot of the altar              of the old Mission, I felt the pain and the weariness and the drudgery of futility. Upon leaving the mission grounds I heard the breeze whispering softly                                       and felt the … Continue reading

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