Jimmie Largo:
CLASS OF 1959
Leuzinger High SchoolClass of 1959
Lawndale, CA
Jimmie's Story
Jimmie is from Crownpoint, New Mexico. His schools include Leuzinger High School. He later attended Brigham Young University (General Education), University of New Mexico (Journalism/Anthropology, BA). He works(ed) at Retired.
Jimmie's interests include Native Threads, Native American Indian - Old Photos, Ultra running, Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, The Oakland Raiders, Jacoby Ellsbury. Music he likes includes Flat Top Box, The Original Dueling Banjos. Books he likes include Utah's Black hawk war, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Movies he likes include Quigley Down Under. TV shows he likes include We Shall Remain Pbs, Hawaii Five-0, Jesse Stone Movies.
One of Jimmie's favorite quotes is:""can do"".
More about Jimmie:"NEAR WHERE I WAS BORN
Out there below the orange mesas
Aged by the sun, wind, sand, and rain
Stood an old building made of sand stones.
It’s gone now, only dust remains.
Well, they say, early one morn
That’s where I was born.
I went to live with my grandparents,
I knew not where I was growing in those days;
I remembered only the horses, sheep, and goats
That I followed as a little quiet boy,
Walking in blue jeans with knee holes.
Well, they say, that’s not far
From where I was born.
One day, I climbed into a horse drawn wagon,
My grandparents took me away to a school,
A boarding school run by the government.
First I stood and cried within their walls
For grandmother’s tortilla and coffee,
But the government man never let me go.
Well, I know for sure,
All this happened near where I was born.
Soon I began to walk home on a dirt road.
A government man stopped for me, asking,
“Are you gong home?” in a friendly way.
Innocently, I said, “Yes,” meaning, no.
You see, I was confused by those foreign words.
The man gave me a ride in his grey truck,
Taking me back to the boarding school.
Well, I can remember clearly now,
All that happened near where I was born.
For years after, I returned to that school.
I wore blue overalls issued to me.
I had to join a dormitory gang to stay a float,
Giving up coins from home to our leader,
Giving in to fist fights for his pleasure,
But you see I grew and learned the language.
Well, you see, I can thi...Expand for more
nk and smile now
About what happened as a boy near where I was born.
One day, some time in the mid century,
I moved with my parents to a farm far away,
A farm by a river given them by the government man.
There I worked hard with my hands and back,
But I longed for something greater,
As I toiled across the cotton fields.
Well, how vivid those memories are;
They happened far, far away from where I was born.
Finally I moved away to a big city in the West.
The freeway sign said, Los Angeles.
Staying with relatives sent there by the government,
I came to learn fully the city ways.
I ate, slept, and played among the people.
What I learned, I liked and kept.
Well, it’s sweet to remember my youth
In a city far, far away from where I was born.
Once before dying, my grandfather told me,
“Get educated and make something of yourself.“
Remembering those words thereafter,
I went to colleges here and there,
Only to rise with sheepskin rewards
Above my family and ancient ways.
Well, I regret none now,
They happened far, far away from where I was born.
Liking what I found, I stayed in the cities,
Playing, working, loving, and living like they do,
But they turned me away while sitting beside me,
I lost my car and felt sorry for my self.
Well, these bitter memories I have,
Happened far, far away from where I was born.
Then I seized upon life in my homeland.
My people said, “Son, you know well what you do,
Give us what you know of the learned world.”
But soon they became tired of my knowledge,
For I knew too much and they regretted my services.
Once again, I was turned away,
But I stayed for a while to play their games.
Well, you see, they were my people,
And this happened near where I was born.
Not long ago, I visited my grandfather’s grave.
I stood and asked, “I am what you saw for me.
Are you happy or sad that I am?”
No answer he gave, but what I do in life
Was not in his voice years ago.
I had reached what he wanted for me,
And now up to me, “To make something of myself.”
I have years to go, could be a struggle,
But the end will be rewarding, I’m sure.
Well, you see, I see myself now
Below the mesas where I was born.
--Jim Largo".
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