Monthly Archives: January 2015

FMC by Carlos and Joseph Najera

  I wanted my family back. It was 1956. We were falling apart and growing more distant. Christi was now in the tuberculosis sanitarium in Holtville, one of the small towns in the Imperial Valley  not far from our home … 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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Don Carlos and the Backhoe Loader by Joseph Edward Najera

the cars                                                                                                                                                       with lights shining bright                                                                                                                       move slowly in line,                                                                                                                            straight and almost endless.                                                                                                                                               faces dark                                                                                                                                                   with sadness,                                                                                                                                                  suits and dresses  black                                                                                                                                                                     as the shadows of night,                                                                                                                                                           eyes glisten,                                                                                                                                                    heads bent,                                                                                                                                         bloodshot eyes                                                                                                                                        watch as the … Continue reading

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August Cool by Carlos Najera

(Dear reader: This is a rewrite of a post titled “Echevarria”.  I combined two of Don Carlos’ stories since they were about the same subject.) I think that I better confess. The heat this summer here in Mexicali hit me … Continue reading

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