Queen of the Night by Carlos and Joseph Najera

How excited you are!

You have arrived at the age.

You are a young lady now.

It’s a magical age,

Where everything is possible,

And everything is beautiful,

Where everything is joy and happiness,

And tears are unknown,

Where pain and worries,

And sadness cannot enter.

Go now.

Stay on your path

Because you have stepped into

The kingdom

Beyond time,

Beyond thought,

And imagination.

Keep on that path.

Stay on the trail.

Arm yourself with the

Spirit, and plant your feet on

The other side of the horizon.

(Janet at 15)

 

Olga Hurtado is the name of my niece. She was adopted by my brother Roberto. I am not sure if that means if we are related or not. In either case her children and grandchildren accept me as their relative so I guess that is good enough.

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That’s me sitting. Her daughter, my  niece Soccorro is to my left.  That’s Olga, standing next to my son Carlitos at my home in Mexicali.

I moved away from Cupertino and my children after Christi went to sleep. I did not want them to fuss over me. I wanted them to live their own lives. The cáncer that took my Christi from me did it in such a terrible, painful, and vicious way that I did not want to put them in the same situation with me when my time comes to leave this world.

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I have Roberto’s clan to take care of me, here in Mexicali. They all drop by my place every day to check in on me. I drop in on them on a regular basis. I pay Olga’s daughter Soccorro for doing the shopping and cleaning and other things like that.

On this day in 1989, the family took me to the quinceañera of my niece Janet. A quinceañera is a celebration of a young woman’s coming of age. She is no longer a girl and it is time for her to put away childish things.

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The day started with la Misa at their local church. Janet was dressed in white like a bride. She carried in her hand a huge bouquet of white flowers.

Her father escorted her to the altar of the church as he will again when she gets married. All their friends and family were there. The church was filled with people.

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After the church service we went to the reception. When we arrived at the hall the musicians were already playing music. There were photographers flashing their bright lights in everyone’s faces.

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The dancing began. It seemed like a real wedding. There was a lot of dancing and a long line waiting for a chance to take a turn with the Queen of the Night.

 

Mexicali, Baja California   December 30, 1989

(I thank Anna Villarreal for the use of her pictures)

 

 

 

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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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