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
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
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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