Tag Archives: School

Graduation Day by Carlos Najera

Posted on December 30, 2017 by

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

Posted on December 12, 2017 by

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

Posted on November 9, 2017 by

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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The Power of Yes by Carlos Najera

Posted on October 17, 2014 by

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 →

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The Struggles of an Artist by Carlos Najera

Posted on September 5, 2014 by

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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Girl Trouble by Carlos Najera

Posted on September 19, 2013 by

The days at Haydock School passed with daily scoldings. I sat there each and every one of those days in complete ignorance of what was going on or what was being said by the teacher.  No one else tried to … Continue reading →

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Haydock School by Carlos Najera

Posted on September 16, 2013 by

1916. The new school year was starting. “¡Yo no quiero ir! I don’t want to go!” I cried. “You have to.” My mama told me. “Look at you.  You are all dressed up.  We worked all summer so you can … Continue reading →

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