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Tag Archives: School
Dust of the Moon
“My name is Carlos Leonardo Nájera de Madrid.” This is how my father begins his life story. I am not sure when he started writing. It might’ve been in the 1960s or 70s. But I remember seeing him many nights … Continue reading
Posted in Ancestry, autobiography, California History, Colorado River, Family History, halloween, heart breaks, Mexicali, Oxnard, paper boys
Tagged bullies, California, family, growing up, Public Education, School, water
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The Night Terrors
I can’t remember when it started, my deep plunges into the depths of depression. I think it involved from the time I graduated from high school through my first few years of college. I had a very difficult time falling … Continue reading
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
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
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
Posted in autobiography, Education, hate, Oxnard
Tagged California, family, Public Education, School
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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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Tagged California, family, Public Education, School
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The Power of Yes by Carlos Najera
Recess at Haydock School! I could run around to the girls’ side of the school and say hello to my sisters. I could have a few minutes where I could think in my own language. I could play with my friend Ernest and … Continue reading
