The World According to Bugs #1 by Joseph and Carlos Najera

TB, or Tuberculosis, is a highly contagious disease. It consists of bacterium that attacks the lungs and can spread to other parts of the body. If not treated, it is fatal. It spreads through the air. You may be in a plane, catching a movie, or going to church and be breathing in those little bacteria into your lungs. Usually our antibodies can resist the bacterium, but then there’s always that one time.

As a teacher, I was required to test for it regularly. School children also need to be screened for it as well. Symptoms may include a bad chronic cough, chest pain, coughing up blood, weakness, weight loss, chill, fever, night sweats, and eventually death. It is curable these days, for the most part.

My mother was diagnosed with TB shortly after I was born. In 1950 she was placed in the Maryknoll Hospital in Monrovia, California. My father could not take care of us four kids and work full-time so he sent us off to our God-parents. He stayed in the Imperial Valley working, paying the hospital expenses. My two sisters and I were in Port Hueneme living with our aunt and uncle, my brother was in Oxnard living with our grandmother.

Lonely and feeling helpless, my father sent these post cards almost every day to my mother. To the best of my ability I placed these cards in chronological order.

 EPSON MFP image

 He would get a copy of a Bugs Bunny comic book and rub the image with his pen onto the postcard. He used his colored pencils to make the images stand out, then drew in the bubbles and added his captions.


He worked in the Imperial Valley for the Irrigation District. An intricate system of canals and ditches, fed by the waters of the Colorado River, turned this broad desert valley into an agricultural paradise. Visiting my mother in Monrovia involved a five hundred mile round trip.


Back then, getting TB was like getting a death sentence. This was his way of trying to keep her spirits up. Robert was my father’s brother, Grace was his wife. They lived in a town on the Mexican side called San Luis on the banks of the Colorado River.


“Hello! How are you doing girl? Thank you for your letter. I am here waiting for you to get out. Shall we take a trip? (a walk?). He had to wait five more years before he got his family back together.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. 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 entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. 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.
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3 Responses to The World According to Bugs #1 by Joseph and Carlos Najera

  1. These are wonderful. they gave me chills because they are such a slice of life from those days.

  2. chmjr2 says:

    They are just remarkable. What a great family heirloom.

  3. Sheryl says:

    The postcards are great. Your father must have been a really special person to create such wonderful cards.

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