The Home of the Free and the Brave

4 Mar

My Take

DiVoran LitesThis morning Bill took me over to James field to start my walk. I love to stand and look at the body of water close to the field, it’s so peaceful. Today, however, SUVs and giant pick-up trucks were parking nearby, so I thought I’d take a look around and see what was going on. I had supposed it was probably a baseball game.

That took me straight back to the first time I ever played baseball. I’d gone to a men’s-team game in our little town once or twice, but I never played before and as far as I was concerned, I never would.

I was a strong-willed child, but friendly with the other seventeen kids in the eighth grade. Most of the girls wanted to play whatever I wanted to play, so this day when all the boys and girls got up and started shuffling around to go outside and play softball, I decided I’d just stay in and the girls would change their minds and play what I wanted to.

To my dismay, they all got up and went outside. I ended up in a room filled with nothing but desks. I can’t recall whether I stayed or waited until the next day to go out, but somehow I ended up on that field with them. My best friend’s dad played baseball with the men’s team and she had brothers who played, so she knew all about the game. I guess everybody did except me. They tried me out as a catcher and one of the boys handed me his life long most precious possession-his catcher’s mitt. Those things take a lot of oiling and shaping and are not easily loaned. I didn’t use it for long, anyhow.

I was pretty okay with batting, but I couldn’t pitch for anything. In our bunch pitching was the most highly regarded job so they didn’t give me much of a chance at that. Finally,they put me on first base. It was a little scary to have someone racing at me full tilt so I gracefully stepped aside and let the runner go on to second base. I’m not sure what we used for bases, probably rocks.

They didn’t throw me off the team, just put me in at shortstop without a glove.By this time I felt more humble and decided to try harder. When the ball came my way I stopped it one way or another. One day the only way I could stop it was to fall on it. That earned me the name, “Sit on the ball Bowers,” and set me in higher esteem as a softball player.

This morning I saw several teams and their coaches walking into the field enclosure for a group pep-talk.Their uniforms were colorful and new. Some wore turquoise tee shirts, others yellow, red, or blue. The little children were so small you wanted to pick them up and hug them.



Now when I think back I recall how bossy I was as a child and how much better I liked being with friends and having their approval. Also,I saw once again how blessed we are to still be a free country “under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all. In spite of the bad things we see going on,” God is still in charge and He always will be. We thank Him.

America, America God shed his grace on thee and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.” 

Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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