Spring Fever by Carlos Najera

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I was five years old in 1914 when John, my stepfather, took us to visit one of the old Pochi families that he knew. They lived at a dairy ranch near Saticoy. My brother and sisters went there also. The grown-ups sat around and talked. I got bored with that and decided to go explore. The place smelled like poop. I didn’t mind the smell, there was just a lot of it around, mountains of it. The cows did not seem to mind stomping around in it. Neither did I.

There were tall fences and I couldn’t help myself, or stop myself from climbing up. The cows were inside this large fenced off area. They were eating hay. There was also a huge barrel of water for them. I got bored so I wandered off to see what else was there. I found  a tall building where the cows went to get…

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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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