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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Orange (the color) (11/19/09)

TITLE: Seeds from Heaven
By Terri Curtis
11/24/09


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Seeds from Heaven

It was Saturday morning and that time of year again. Time to go to Grandma’s

house! Dad took the faded, off white, soft top off of the tiny, powdered blue car. Me

and my two older brothers crowded into the back pouch. Mom and Dad sat in the front

two seats. I loved that car. Mom always told the story about how I told everyone,

“That’s my car!”

Dad was going to drive the “back way,” which meant he planned to drive fast and

we were in for a very fun ride! Mom was prepared for the journey because she had her

“babooshka” tied tightly around her head. I had my usual ponytail to keep my hair from

flying in the air and getting in my brother’s mouths.

It was a bright and sunny day in southern California. The sky was light blue with

rays of sunlight twinkling all around us. The snowy white clouds looked like

shredded bails of cotton.

We arrived at Grandma’s house and there she was standing in the middle of the

orange trees. There were numerous, gigantic, cardboard boxes, filled to the brim and

spewing down on the ground, bright orange oranges.

It was that time of year when we all got together to juice the oranges and make

fresh squeezed orange juice. My grandparents started the tradition over twenty years ago.

Now that grandpa had died, grandma carried on the tradition all by herself, with our help.

We crowded into the tiny kitchen and took turns with our assigned jobs. My

oldest brother got to be the “juicer” first, because he was the oldest. My other brother

was the “cutter,” and I was the “strainer.” We had to take turns and rotate our jobs

because our arm and hand would get tired and sore from squeezing the juicer so hard.

Grandma required us to get every last drop out of those oranges. She looked over our

shoulders and would inspect the already squeezed oranges to make sure there wasn’t any

juice left in them. She would also inspect the juice for seeds, there could not be any seeds

in the juice. Grandma saved the seeds in a jar and told us, “Those are seeds from

heaven.”

We would take a break for lunch and afternoon tea. Afternoon tea was my

favorite time because Grandma would let us pick out a tea cup from her collection of tea

cups and saucers. My favorite cup and saucer was the one with the purple violets and the

gold trim.

At lunch- time Grandma would pray her usual prayer, “Dear Heavenly Father,

we thank you for this food, that you so freely give to us, to nourish and strengthen our

bodies.” Then she would read the Bible to us. (Genesis 1:29) Then God said, “I give

you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit

with seed in it. They will be for your food.”( NIV)

Then we prayed, “Dear God, thank you for the orange trees and thank you for

the seeds from Heaven.”


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Marita Vandertogt11/28/09
Very visual writing - I can see the car and the wind blown hair and grandma and the oranges. Your story stayed on topic and tied in nicely with the scripture at the end. Good job.