There was a block of Chinatown in Oxnard. It was an alley was known as China Alley. 
I would slip away undetected by my folks and wander into China Alley. A Chinese man would be seated at a little cubbyhole. The walls had shelves with Chinese merchandise.
I would stop and say “Alow” to the Chinese man, (that was the only word that I knew in English). The Chinese man would answer “Alow” back. Neither one of us knew English so we just stood grinning at each other. I would wave good bye, then he would reach into a jar and give me a piece of Chinese candy.
Right away I was learning much more than English.
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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.
