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Painted Buntings

29 Nov

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Photo Credit: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Painted_Bunting/id

Bold and Demure

Painted buntings come for lunch

Four pair, an intrepid bunch

Flitting in and out all-day

Red, blue, brown, hurray. 

Female bunting quiet green

Among the leaves, cannot be seen. 

Photo Credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/157906627@N08/39963151595

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.”

Snowflake

22 Nov

My Take

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Photo credit:Pixabay

What is this creature 

That I see? 

He is a ferret 

Looking up at me.

Sonya:

“Stoop down and pet him,

I wash him in the sink.

He gets lots of baths,

So he will never stink.”

Me:

“Oh, but will he hurt me? 

I bend down to the floor 

He rushes me to tease,

But, I’m looking at the door.”

Sonya:

“He never wants to play 

With people who come here.

Don’t be alarmed,

He thinks you are a dear.”

Me:

“Oh, I am so honored.

I’m starting to unbend.

I never really thought

I’d have a ferret for a friend.”

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.”

Questions for God

15 Nov

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Photo Credit Pixabay

Oh, wholesome, healthy watching one. 

How did you make the morning sun?

How did you make the sea so deep? 

Why do I have to eat and sleep?

When will I get to have my way? 

Oh, I see, from you each day.

But can I trust that you will care?

And someday lift me into air?

Will you guide me ever new? 

Will you tell me what to do?

You have my best down in your heart

And you and I will never part. 

With Love,

DiVoran     

     

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.”

2021 Mid-Eastern Road Trip Part 9B

10 Nov

A Slice of Life

Onisha Ellis

Day 9 – 7/20/2021 (Continued)

Across the street from the main entrance to the WV Penitentiary, there in Moundsville, is the Grave Creek Mound Archaeological Complex, which houses the Delf Norona Museum and is a research center for the Moundsville Adena Burial mound.  This museum displays artifacts related to the history, research, and excavations of the largest Adena burial mound in the area.  This 69-foot high, 295-foot diameter mound is thought to have been constructed in successive stages by the Adena people between 250 BC and 150 BC.

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

The next 65 miles south on US-250 from Moundsville to where I finally picked up I-79 were some of the most beautiful, but adventuresome, stretches of highway I had been on so far during this trip.  It was mile after mile after mile of two-lane highway that wound its way up one side of the mountains and then wound its way down the other side.  I was worn out by the time I arrived at the West Virginia Civilian Conservation Corp (CCC) Camp Museum located in Mount Clare, WV.  This museum displays artifacts and exhibits relating the history and effectiveness of the West Virginia CCC camp (just one of 1600, that employed over 3-million men nation-wide) and operated from 1933 to 1942. 

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

Now it was 20 miles south on I-79 to visit the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum (TALA) located in Weston, WV.  The Weston State Hospital was originally authorized as a Kirkbride psychiatric hospital in the 1850s.  However, the need for more room initiated the building of a larger facility, and TALA was built and opened in 1858.  This facility operated until it was closed in 1994 due to patient over-crowding and changes to their patient treatments.  Just try to imagine some of the mental health techniques used on patients in the Mid-1800s.  Very scary!

Photo Credit:Bill Lites

Now I headed southwest 95 miles on I-79 to visit the Craik-Patton House located in Charleston, WV.  This federalist period Greek Revival house was built by James Craik for his wife Juliet in 1834.  They occupied the house until 1858, when Colonel George S. Patton Sr.  purchased it.  Patton lived in the house until his death of wounds suffered during the Civil War in 1864.  The house was moved to its present location in the Danial Boone Park, overlooking the Kanswha River, in 1973 where it was restored to its early 1800s representation.

On the same property there in the Danial Boone Park area, I saw this old log cabin and stopped to check it out.   It turned out to be the Ruffner Log House, built by Joseph Ruffner for his family in 1803 

(‘Rosedale’) and is said to be one of the oldest houses in Kanawha County.  The house survived the Civil War and Ruffner families lived in the house until the last Ruffner descendant died in the late 1960s. The Ruffner house was moved to its current location and refurbished for use as a museum in 1975.

Photo Credit: Bill Lites

Now it was time to find my motel, there in Charleston.  Once I found the motel and got checked in, I brought my stuff in from the van and had a shower.  Then I warmed up my leftover Steamers Baked Penne & Sausage and enjoyed that meal again.  Boy, was that good!  I recorded my days activities, of this long day, and was soon asleep.

—–To Be Continued—–

Bill is a retired Mechanical engineer living with his wonderful artist/writer wife, DiVoran, of 64 years in Titusville, Florida. He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended Northrop University in Southern California and ended up working on America’s Manned Space Program for 35 years. He currently is retired and spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes, traveling, writing blogs about his travels for Word Press and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing, editing and marketing.  He also volunteers with a local church Car Care Ministry and as a tour guide at the Valiant Air Command Warbird Museum there in Titusville.  Bill has two wonderful children, two outstanding grandchildren, and a loving sister and her husband, all of whom also live in Central Florida, so he and DiVoran are rewarded by having family close to spend lots of quality time with.

One of Bill’s favorite Scriptures is:  John 10:10

Being a Bird

8 Nov

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Mockingbird

Mockingbird sings every day

Crown the tree to have his say

Lifts in joy and gathers song

Doesn’t know the world’s all wrong.

Quail

Father quail comes through the fence

Finding seed means no offense

Calls a song to bustling chicks

Bob-white, Bob-white, a happy mix.

Cardinal

Peach brown cardinal looks to see

Where her beloved one must be

When she finds him happy, all

Spring, summer, winter, fall. 

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.”

Nature

1 Nov

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Crow

Big black crow 

Strong claws 

Grasp bird-bath-rim.

Blue Jay

Blue Jay on tree dive-bombs

At crow-eye.

Duck, crow!

Blue Jay

Whoosh

Then back the other way,

Duck, crow!

Crow flies away

Blue Jay squawks victory.

Elderberry

Frilly white flowers of elderberry

Tremble in the wind. 

Elderberries stain purple 

Sustain mocking birds

Winemakers covet berries

Homemakers stir into a jam

OTC medicine works for a cold. 

God’s provision.

Wild Weeds

Wild Weeds

With yellow flowers

Which grow into bright orange pods

That burst to show shiny red seeds 

Potato vine leaf a perfect heart

Grapevines heart-shaped too

glowing pink in the setting sun 

DiVoran 

All Pictures by Pixabay

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.”

The Image of God

25 Oct

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DiVoran Lites

Yes, I was born in sin,

But forgiven, created in 

The image of God.

Torn from the sod,

But made like Him. 

God is good. 

With Him, I can

Be good as well,

Let us dwell

In grace and mercy.

God is love, 

Peaceful dove.

Holy Spirit fruit I am,

His precious lamb,

God is wise

In His eyes

I will have discernment

Covered over in His raiment

Divine interventions.

God is giving,

Exults in living

Superabundance

Overwhelming wondering

Omnicreative God

God is light,

Brilliant sight,

Knowledge, understanding,

All together banding,

In His Illumination.

God is bread; He’s the head

Showing always favor

Live in it to savor

Spirit fed in love.

Raining from above. 

All photos from Pixabay

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.”

River Dawn

18 Oct

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DiVoran Lites

River Dawn                                    

By Dora Jane Bedell Bowers

God is Love; God is light,

He protects us through the night. 

He turns morn to birds in flight,

To restore a lovely sight. 

When the morning sun begins,

Then the sound of violins

And the joy of mandolins

God forgiving all our sins

Now the day has just begun

Birds make circles one by one

Underneath a morning sun

Flying birds forever-fun

Silently the morning flight,

Follows from the windy night

First, the Pelican’s delight

Scooping fish, oh, what a sight.

How slowly moves the morning air

As the golden sun shines fair

And Holy Spirit always there

He is here and everywhere

Swirling clouds and sunny blaze

Making headwinds to amaze

Needing glasses to appraise

Like the sun, so go the days

Watching now as pictures dawn

Beneath a tree, a resting fawn

When the darkness comes withdrawn 

I’m ready for another yawn

Sea Gulls float on salty-sea

Blackbirds fill the sky to flee

Flying birds all comfort be

Wing-ed joy entrancing me

Now the dawn has changed its mind

Clouds oppress, the light is blind,

Colors muted, birds are still,

Back to bed, don’t catch a chill. 

Living Being

27 Sep

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Photo credit Pixabay

Early morning on the porch.

Steaming coffee in blue Corelle.

Tiny black ant scurrying over the table cloth

Squash or don’t squash.

I look up again. 

He has made it over a white paper.

He hesitates, wiggling feelers to measure 

The step-down. 

Without thinking, I squash. 

Oh, no, my heart cries.

So quick. 

He’s gone.

A kindred sentient being. 

Who would have rather lived on. 

There will be mourning back at 

The anthill. And who will do his job?

1 Peter 3:8

Finally, all of you should agree and have concern and love for each other. You should also be kind and humble. 

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.”

Letters from Mother 17

20 Sep

My Take

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September 22, 1983

To answer your letter of 9-15-83, my goodness, that’s quite a while ago. Yes, we will probably buy one of those genealogy books. Ruth says I should send our pictures even though they should have been sent sooner.

It’s so good to be home. Everything was where I left it, and the house was clean. Even though the yard was good, it wasn’t great like Dad keeps it.

Yes, we had a good time as we all did last year when you came for the summer. I loved the printing and the church circle in the ladies homes, going to church in town, and visiting with my sister Judy who came for a week. She enjoyed it too. My friend Pauline who comes every year with her husband, came later, which made less strain of too many people to look after. Pauline likes to go off the island on Saturdays and buy children’s clothes at garage sales to take home to the children at an orphanage. 

 Ol Jake was here, but he brought his brother this year, and they cooked for themselves, so we didn’t have to feed anybody else.  When you were here, you asked your Dad if you could go out on the boat with him, and he said no because he didn’t want his daughter to hear Jake’s constant, colorful language.

Smithy’s wife doesn’t can food as so many on the island do, so she has more time for things she likes to do, such as her Avon cosmetic door-to-door business. I remember that you asked if you could go into the little house trailer full of products to look around. That was fun and got you a bit of alone time. 

My brother Smithy seems quite strong. Dad was the only one who suffered. He felt put-upon to do things, such as cleaning out the campground’s sewer system, especially when we paid rent. Also, Dad couldn’t catch crabs or fish because he didn’t have the 15 horsepower motor for the boat. It made him crabby too. 

Yes, the summer flew by. I was so glad to be happy after the emotional struggle I had about going. Some people love to travel, and some people are happier at home. I was ready to head for home by the time the summer was over.

I didn’t finish the big picture I’d been working on with my teacher. I guess I’ll have to finish alone. I’m a big girl now.

We’ve been using our A.C. some. The weather is sultry again. I’m getting embarrassed wearing my one pair of cotton shorts that I usually wear only in the house. I never wore them before, and now I’m 55 years old, too old, I think, but they sure do wear them in Florida. 

I guess your friend Marian is right; worrying about rejection just slows us down. 

Love you, your stationery, and your philosophical preachments. 

Mom

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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