April 3, 2018

Today, on the morning my grandmother died, I squeezed the juice out of citrus fruits and strained out the seeds with a fork so I wouldn’t drink them. My grandmother told me when I was three or four that if you swallowed seeds they would grow inside your stomach. That is not why I didn’t want to drink them. I know now that my chemically charged digestion will obliterate the seeds into their primal molecular components if ingested, that all the great potential contained in those seeds, those new trees waiting to grow, flourish, develop, would be incorporated into me, would nourish me, in other words, be a part of me. But when I was 4 years old, I swallowed dozens of watermelon seeds, although not one watermelon ever grew in my stomach, kind of to my disappointment. My grandmother knew seeds were better in the ground rather than taking the long journey through my digestive system, so she let me spit my watermelon seeds into her garden. She had a amazing garden, lush and verdant and full of smells, colors, and textures. Later, when she moved into a little one bedroom apartment on the second floor of busy Park Blvd. by Lake Merritt, she grew trees in pots from the seeds she saved from squeezing lemons. I have never been able to grow a lemon tree from a seed, but she knew how to coax them to grow, flourish, and bear fruit.

On the way to work I was thinking about my family’s legacy in California, and how it was more than names in a log book or dates in a document. People change the land they live in, but also the land changes them, and the thin, wiry peasant stock my family came from undoubtedly changed into the robust, well-built bodies of native Californians in a few generations. My grandmother came from that third generation of American Chinese. The land, the sea, the clean, abundant water and the bounty of food made that generation of my family strong, athletic, and tireless. They had the energy to build communities, families, opportunities.They were the establishing generation. In the succession of growth in an ecosystem, the land is first settled by pioneers, made stable by secondary growth, and becomes dominant in the third stage of succession. My grandparents were the ones who sunk deep roots into the land. They were the trees that gave the forest its name. They were Chinese -Americans.

And my grandmother sunk the deepest root of all. 106 years old this month, she outlived her four sisters and two brothers. She outlived everyone in her generation in my family and held her great-great granddaughter in her arms last month. I am imagining the root of her longevity sinking into the bedrock of this country, firmly anchoring her family to this place, when my mother calls on the speaker phone of my car that my grandmother passed away early this morning.

And I feel like a great tree has fallen, toppling like a bridge falling and cutting off our access to the past, to the rest of the family that came before us. We will not know who they were, or what they were like, or what happened to them, because the last one who knew them, is gone, too. Our memories shall never be as real and vivid as the one who actually lived with our pioneer family.

But though the tree has been cut down, my grandmother’s roots were profoundly deep. She anchored us with her presence, with her still being alive and healthy, emitting spunk like a spark plug igniting us. Keep going. Do your best. Don’t give up. All those old lady admonitions that I tired of when I was young and impatient, but which I desperately needed to hear when I grew older and times grew tougher. Her favorite song was “Always”. I was singing it when I was squeezing lemons and putting aside the seeds.

I’ll remember you, always, Nan.

Published by bowenlyam

Artist, writer, educator, dance caller, food artist. I live, breathe, eat, dance, and think creativity.

One thought on “Always

  1. Thank you Bowen. That was a lovely remembrance of your paw paw. I was very touched with your words and how they connect us all to the past present and future! I’m so glad to have met you and know you. You are an inspiration for me. My Dad had his 104 Birthday Mar. 28 2018. I don’t know if he will make it to 106 but we certainly have good fortune to have such strong and enduring ancestors in our family tree! So glad we can practice SGI Buddhism together. Love, Beverly


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