The Iron Rose by Joseph E. Najera

I became The Iron Rose the day my father passed away. This was my inheritance. He taught me how to think in three dimensions, to create an idea, draw it and make the idea become a reality. He taught me the ways of the hammer and steel. He created the Iron Rose and passed this heritage on to me.

I spent many afternoons in our family garage watching him and helping him put together his wrought iron projects. He was a machine designer, and he used those skills to design and build his creations.

I cannot compete with his skill and sense of beauty, and yet he trusted me to carry on with what he taught me. This is who I am, and this is what I do.

The idea comes first, then comes the plan. This is a drawing I made. I doodle sometimes during Pastor Jim’s sermons, it keeps me from dozing off. The end results is the drawing and the candle holder you see below.

From this:


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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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