Day One



Is this how it begins? My story?  Seven pounds, thirteen ounces, two feet, ten toes, on Thanksgiving Day in 1947?

On that day I became the second son and fourth child of Carlos and Christina Nájera when my soul was sucked out of that vast eternal ether and given a place in their family.  Given name is Jaime, which is why I have always have had a special affection for my cousin of the same name. It is still a mystery why or how I became Joseph Edward.

Or Here?
dad   With my father? That tall dark handsome man on the left.  We see him here in the town of Oxnard, California around 1930 with his mother and the rest of his family. My grandmother is a stranger to me, having died long before my time began.

That is my Aunt Nellie next to her. Her real name was Natalia, and that is my father’s three brothers smiling. The man on the right is John Olivas.  John is my father’s stepfather.  I will write more about him later. For now, John married my grandmother Maria Concepcíon Nájera de Madrid.

My Aunt Nellie has her own story. Eventually she married Rosario Ledesma, my mother’ cousin. So my Aunt Nellie became my cousin, my cousin by marriage, or my cousin, her husband, became my uncle by marriage. I was told to stop asking about that, although I am pretty sure there were no taboos broken here.

Or Here,

with my grandfather Manuel María  Nájera of Tacubaya, Mexico City? Civil engineer, postmaster, photographer, Diplomat for the government of Mexico, refugee.
Manuel Najera                                                   Manuel María Nájera 1861 to 1919

Does it start back here with my mother’s parents, Doña Margarita and Odilón Ledesma?  Here they are in Mexico City holding my oldest aunt and uncle (Manuela and Faustino).


More questions than answers. What does the older generation pass on to the next? These questions take on biblical proportions and bring me no simple solutions.


To be continued . . .



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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1 Response to Day One

  1. Dr B says:

    Excellent beginning to a story, and, with your ancestral background there should be some fascinating tales to find and tell. My ancestors from Cornwall migrated to Wisconsin and California, miners, and I’m buried deep in their escape from the Great Depression in England in the 1800s. Good luck!

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