Letters from Mother 13

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Dear DiVoran,

I still want to carpet the house. If you come out, we could decide on what’s good. Is there any news about your coming to California?

We’re home, and the excitement is over for now, and I don’t seem to have a lot to say. Friday, the day before the Labor Day weekend, we had a wild ride down from Mt. Shasta and up into the Sierras. The traffic was so bad with big trucks everywhere and me not driving because I had a nervous stomach and a headache. Ivan had to drive most of the way.

We stayed put in a motel Saturday, Sunday, and Monday and came down off the mountains on Tuesday. We have one more full day of driving, probably on Friday. 

I’ve been thinking about the songs you wanted. Maybe someday after I get home and unpacked, I’ll record them for you on my little cassette. Those were from the days before television, and some go further back. “Dutchman, Dutchman, will you marry me. How could I marry such a little girl when I have no shoes to put on? So down to the store she did go … is one I remember.  

Oh, one more thing, Mt Shasta was fantastically gorgeous. It was raining the first day and cleared the second. The mountain just outside Jerry’s front door had a new coat of snow, and the very top was outlined in pure white in a 3-D fashion against the blue, blue sky that you remember from Colorado. 

It was so cool and fresh and breathtaking. I called everyone’s attention to it, and Jerry said, I guess I get so busy I take it for granted. 

He carries the greatest load of responsibility where electrical power is concerned of anyone I know. He drinks lots of coffee and smokes. He has no contact with church things. I haven’t been around so many non-Christians in a long time. But at least there were no idols above the bed we slept in.  They just don’t know what they are missing. 
“Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” Loves us all. 

Lots of Love and kisses,

Mother and Dad 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Shasta

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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