FMC by Carlos and Joseph Najera

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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 in El Centro.

TB is a terrible disease. We thought the doctors had it under control, but it came back, she had a relapse and she was back in the ward.

I would come home from work and find an empty house, the front door wide open. They were all gone, Carlitos, Teresa, Xotchi, even Joe. He was only seven, and nobody knew where he was.

This wasn’t good. It wasn’t right. I wanted my family back. I wanted the six of us to be a family again and I knew it wasn’t going to happen here in the Imperial Valley.

Oxnard had not changed much since I was a boy. It still had little to offer. There was work at the Naval Base. There was plenty of work in the fields. Truck driving was also a possibility. I was so miserable growing up there that I did not want to put my children through all the racism and prejudice and lack of opportunity that still lingered there.

I remembered the Bay Area. Stanford, San Jose State, San Francisco State, University of San Francisco, Berkeley, Hayward State, University of the Pacific, UC Davis, University of Santa Clara were all within driving distance. San Jose had a city college right there in town.

Lockheed, General Electric, Westinghouse, IBM, and many other companies were established there. I wanted to go up there and find out if the Bay Area was actually as good it sounded. I could not leave the kids alone again, so once again I packed them up and took them back to Oxnard. My wife’s sisters would take care of them while I went up North.

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      The sisters, Katherine, Christi, Nelly, Emily

I was a machine designer. There was plenty of opportunities there for me and I finally found employment at Food Machinery Corporation. It later became known as FMC. They were famous for making farm machinery like tractors. One division made tanks for the military. They also made complicated machinery for processing food.

When you go to a restaurant for breakfast and open those little containers that hold jelly for your toast, that was me,  I was one of the original designers of that machine. I also help design the machinery that the Post Office still uses to process the mail. One of my last projects was involved in purifying sewage water to make it drinkable again.

Things happened pretty fast after I found a job. Christi had an operation. The doctors removed her sickly lung. I went back to El Centro and sold our house. I went back to Oxnard and gathered my wife and children. She was still weak from the operation but we were a family again. Highway 101 North, and we were family again.

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Carlos and Christi

 

 

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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. 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 was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. 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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One Response to FMC by Carlos and Joseph Najera

  1. “When you go to a restaurant for breakfast and open those little containers that hold jelly for your toast, that was me.” I love that line. I love the grasp at history. I love how something we take for granted now has a face associated with it. Thanks for moving me today.

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