My Take
DiVoran Lites
Dora Bowers
April 28, 1983
Dear Ones,
I just scolded Dad for coming back from fishing early. I guess the wind got to them. They brought in three nice Corvina—about eight pounders. Lowell got a 12 ½ pound Covina last evening.
At another painting lesson, the teacher and I painted a seascape with a Jonathan Livingston Seagull. David loved that book, and our picture was beautiful.
I should answer your letter, but Dad’s in and out and getting excited about fishing, iced tea, hot weather, and “pearls” from heads of the big fish. Later loves.
Dad’s going at such a pace that he will surely sleep for a day
Sounds like all your cars are busy these days. That little red bug has had about everything replaced.
Wish I could have seen that young man our granddaughter was dating. She was probably right to quit him after he got mad and pounded on his steering wheel until it cracked.
Dad and I have been together a long time. Sometimes when I think back, I’m surprised we made it.
I went to San Diego to the Billy Graham Crusade a few years back—like seven or so. I was surprised that he could lead all those people to Christ. I’m sure the Holy Spirit was busy, too.
Hope you had a nice weekend. It’s great when you can get away together.
Will your friend’s house be an exceptionally large one? Do you like the plans? Guess I’m past wanting a fine home; it seemed good to quickly clean a camper trailer and get on with my creativity this morning. Not warm enough to swim yet.
I’m with you. Long phone conversations are disruptive-I don’t have many-I guess it all depends on whether you want to talk or rather do your writing? Maybe you should put a bell under the counter, and when you’ve talked long enough, kick it and say, oops, there’s the doorbell-talk to you later. Or get a phone that unplugs.
Dad put a cruise control in the Datsun king cab, and the first time the motor raced when he hit the clutch, I had such a charge of adrenalin, it cured my arthritis for two days. I learned to use the cruise control on the straight stretch from Borrego Springs. It’s a nice touch. Saves on wear and tear of the foot.
No letter from my sister, Judy, since she asked for our family health history. I sent her all I remember. I hope I didn’t scare her too much by telling her about our mother and two brothers dying of heart attacks.
This is a lovely day. No wind, no rain, not too hot, exactly right. The lavender lilacs were blooming as we came over the hills. We could smell them with the car windows open. We also saw new, green oak leaves with burnt sienna bloom on the tops of the Oak trees.
Love you and like ya, Mother and fisherman Dad.
“Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken at the right time.”
See Proverbs 25:11. Your two letters arrived on our anniversary.
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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