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Graduation Day by Carlos Najera

It was here at last. June 1923. Graduation day at the Haydock Grammar School here in Oxnard. I went to school on that day wearing my best, that is to say, I wore what I wore every day, an old … Continue reading

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The Graduate by Joseph and Carlos Najera

I made it. I graduated from Oxnard High, Class of 1927. It was a proud moment for my mama. She couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t think it was such a big deal, but looking back, the teachers thought I was … Continue reading

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 It Is Good by Carlos Najera

The Lord once made the Earth and likewise made the Sky. And when He looked upon his work, and saw what He had done, He saw that it was good. (Klaus Australis) I was nine years old in 1917 and … Continue reading

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Forget it, Jake. It’s . . . by Joseph Najera

   There was a block of Chinatown in Oxnard.  It was an alley was known as China Alley.     I would slip away undetected by my folks and wander into China Alley. A Chinese man would be seated at a … Continue reading

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Making the Grade by Carlos Najera

This year, 1917, my classroom at Haydock School was downstairs in the basement. Most of my classmates were also Spanish-speaking. I was lucky that way because the Mexican children that lived and worked out in the farms and ranches could … Continue reading

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The Struggles of an Artist by Carlos Najera

Sometimes I just don’t understand. I always liked drawing. I thought I was good at it. I was eleven years old, still at the Old Haydock School, and I got a very bad grade in my art class. The teacher … Continue reading

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Of Sheep and Men by Carlos Najera

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” You can find this inscription at the General Post Office in New York City at 8th Avenue and 33rd Street. … Continue reading

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