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Tag Archives: Najera-Madrid
Alice by Carlos Najera
Diphtheria is a bacterial infection often affecting the membranes of your nose and throat. Symptoms include a sore throat, fever, nosebleeds, swollen glands on the throat, and weakness. The telling symptom is a sheet of thick, gray material covering the … Continue reading
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Tagged California, Grieving, History of Oxnard, motherhood, Najera-Madrid
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The Blood of Kings by Carlos and Joseph Najera
My mother married again in 1915. She married a Pochi. His name was Juan María Olivas. He descended from one of the original Spanish-speaking families of California. His name was Don Raimundo Olivas and in 1841 he received a land grant … Continue reading
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Tagged bullies, History of Oxnard, La Colonia, motherhood, Najera-Madrid
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The Old Wood Stove by Carlos Najera
When the weather was fair my mama cooked outside. There was an old wood stove in there. It may seem primitive by our modern standards, but that stove could cook anything. It could fry and it could bake. My mama … Continue reading
To Everything . . . by Carlos Najera
Pictured here are Ricardo and Enrique Flores Magon. They were among the many revolutionaries who rose up against the Mexican government. Their headquarters was on the West Coast. Their goal was to capture Ensenada and create a socialist state in … Continue reading
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Tagged History of Imperial Valley, La Revolucion, Najera-Madrid
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Half Burro Half Mesquite by Carlos Leonardo Najera de Madrid
Carlos Najera (1908-1999) Many people have asked me how it was I got to be so old. And I have answered it is because I am mestizo, half burro half mesquite. I was born on a hill in … Continue reading
Calexico 1912 by Carlos Najera
This is downtown Calexico. The official border crossing is four blocks down the street and a turn to the left. The US/Mexico border line is directly behind the buildings on the left. There is an alley behind the buildings, and … Continue reading
1911
That night when I left my tears at the foot of the altar of the old Mission, I felt the pain and the weariness and the drudgery of futility. Upon leaving the mission grounds I heard the breeze whispering softly and felt the … Continue reading
The Whoop by Carlos Leonardo Najera de Madrid
I woke up. My mother was looking down at me. She had a handkerchief covering her mouth. Then I noticed the circle of ladies also looking down at me with their mouths and noses covered. I could not see … Continue reading
Water by Carlos Leonardo Najera de Madrid
There was a ditch in front of our home, water ran down the ditch along the block. It was very muddy water that came from the canal system. The water was the color of chocolate and this was our only … Continue reading
Las Mañanitas
This is what we saw as our wagon train got near the town. This was our first glimpse of the Imperial Valley. It was once the bottom of an ancient lake. It was also at one time a part of … Continue reading
