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Min’s Cafe-Part 4

15 Aug

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At one time, Colorado had many Tuberculosis patients. The Department of Health required the sick people to go to the pure mountain air for its high, dry effect on healing lungs. When David and I washed the dishes (by hand), we were required to put a pink powder into the rinse water to sterilize the dinnerware.  

The cool sweet water that came down from the mountains and into our faucets was the purest in the world. We also had it hot and cold. We pulled each dish out of the hot, pink rinse the government insisted on for restaurants and put them into the drainer to air dry. We pretended we were building a fairy castle as we piled the dishes in a drainer. When the stack got so high that the dishes fell to the floor, there was nothing else to do but pick them up and set them on the stainless steel counter because we couldn’t reach the cupboards. 

We had a restaurant-sized grill for hamburgers, sausage, pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I was pleased and proud when Dad let me cook a hamburger for him to serve to a customer. Min had a reputation, too, for the best pancakes in town. Each day she put a fresh bowl of batter in the big refrigerator, so we would be ready to serve pancakes night and day.

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Beef dishes were plentiful, but I was already looking for a way to avoid eating meat. Dad hunted, fished, and then hung the carcasses  in the big shed to season. The last straw for me on eating meat was when I saw the movie “Bambi,” and Bambi’s mother died. 

The roast beef was the special every day, and our parents wanted us to eat what they thought was a wonderful meal. A row of hand-made wooden booths ran along the east wall where we were. We ate our meals in the center booth. We were always happy when someone put a dime in the jute box, and we could have a dinnertime concert.  

A painting of Custer’s Last Stand with horses going down dead and people being scalped hung above the middle booth. For some reason, we chose to make it our booth. Maybe it was because of the painting; paintings were in our lives, but who needed paintings when they had such a wonderful view of God’s mountains.  After I ate my mashed potatoes and gravy, I wrapped my roast beef in a paper napkin and dropped it into the hole the builder had left at the top of the booth. 

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We had a small pantry off the kitchen where many things happened. That’s where Brownie had to stay because it was against the law for dogs to be in restaurants. Sometimes Mother tried to get the knots out of my hair there.

I recall spending a whole fourth-grade class sitting at my desk tugging at my hair with a comb while the other children listened to the teacher. She was a woman with no children of her own and one of the sweetest, kindest teachers I ever had. As an aside, an old building had been designated our new school in Silvercliff. Each class now had its room. It was the beginning of gathering all the children in the valley attending the one-room schoolhouses. They called it consolidation. Our sweet teacher let me finish unsnarling my hair, and I was finished by recess. 

Mother had always tried to rake out the tangles when she had time before I left for school. One day, however, she decided to cut it short. She got half of it cut with me wiggling and trying to get away, and finally, I broke away and ran the two blocks home with Brownie running along. When I got there, I looked in the mirror and knew I had to go back and let her cut the other half.

The library was directly across the street from the restaurant at the back of the town hall. I loved to read Judy Bolton mysteries and fairy tales. The librarian had assured me it was all right for a young lady to like fairy tales still. She liked them too. Once I got my book, I went back across the street to Min’s, sat in the bar’s back booth, and ate potato chips to my heart’s content.  

 To Be Continued

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.”

Min’s Cafe 🍽 Part 3

8 Aug

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Going to The Jones 

The turquoise marque on your right is our local theater  

In Westcliffe, we had a small movie theater called “The Jones,” where we saw all the newest movies after they had traveled America before they got to other small towns like Westcliffe.

From Min’s Café, we could look sidewise out the big plate glass window to see when the new and so beautiful Neon lights went on. The show was open on Friday and Saturday, and that was it. No Sunday night shows because everybody had to get up early in the town and at the ranches on Monday. We could only go to the movies in the summertime. If we had tried to go in the winter, we would have frozen because the theater had no heat.

There was a low counter where we got our tickets and a bag of popcorn. 

For the tickets, we paid twenty-five cents, and the popcorn was ten cents. It came from a popcorn maker that wafted a wonderful fragrance into the room. We went through heavy red curtains to get inside the show.   

Everything was in black and white, as are the pictures above. Looking at the faces, I see Laurel and Hardy in the middle at the far right. This movie was made in 1937, one year before I was born, but the Laurel and Hardy movies were so funny that they amused their audience for many years.

Once, when my friend Patience went with me to a scary show, she was so frightened that she started fiddling with the buttons on my coat (yes, we still had to wear our coats because even in the summer, the theater was chilly). By the time the movie was over, all the buttons were on the floor. I picked them up and tucked them into the pockets, and Mother sewed them on the next morning. 

I don’t think my brother David liked going to the movies, so when he grew older, he must have stayed at the restaurant or the house with Brownie until the movie ended.

To be Continued 

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.”

Min’s Cafe 🍽 Part 2

1 Aug

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I loved to dance, so Grandmother paid for dance lessons while we still lived with her and Granddad in Canon City. However, when we got to Westcliffe, I had to find places to dance. When the tourists came, Dad put a huge dining table in the middle of the room for the tourists, so there was no room for a dancer there. But we still had the garage between the gas station and the restaurant, which smelled like tire rubber, with plenty of room for playing shadow hands and dancing. 

One of the best things that happened was that we rode out to a ranch and selected a fuzzy brown puppy to keep. Dad told us to take all our money and pay for the dog when we got him. We gathered all the money we had made from washing dishes, cleaning tables, taking out the trash, and swatting flies in the summer. Between us, we had thirty cents. We never knew if Dad gave the owner more. We named the wiggly creature Brownie. As far as I recall, he was the only dog in town, and all the town loved him. We could go anywhere with him at any time, and every night he escorted us to the house and stayed as a guard as we slept. 

The old railroad duplex where we lived when Jeanine and I were in third grade. My brother David, neighbor Jeanine, her baby brother Kenny, Helen, and me in the majorette boots. 

We weren’t supposed to walk to the creek just out of town. The water ran too fast for children, but I started slipping in wearing my clothes when I was about ten. I could let them dry before I went to the restaurant. Unfortunately, I didn’t know when the shorts and tee shirt were thoroughly dry. When I stepped into the back room of Min’s, Mother knew where I’d been. I think she just turned me over to the Lord, and I kept on with my wild ways. I only remember one spanking from Dad and none from Mother, but I may have forgotten a few. We had the run of the town with Brownie as guardian. 

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The duplex had one bedroom barely big enough for a bed and a dresser. That was mom and dad’s room. There was a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Dad installed a bunk bed in the kitchen for us kids. We put our clothes and toys in the kitchen drawers and cupboards. David slept on the top bunk, and I slept on the bottom. If the wind got bad or the coyotes out prairie got loud, I climbed up to join him on the top bunk. When I climbed the ladder and settled next to him, the top bunk fell onto the lower bunk. We slept on the double bunk, which was crooked, and Daddy put them back together the next day. 

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Min’s Café was prosperous enough for Dad to buy a Piper Cub, and several times he flew us over the mountain peaks to Canon City to visit Grandmother and Granddad. The cockpit was so small that David and I had to squeeze behind the seats and sit on a wooden platform. There wasn’t even room for luggage. One time out of boredom, I made airplane sounds, but Mother told me to stop because it might make Daddy think there was something wrong with the engine. 

When we returned to the house one winter after a flying spree, I found that the goldfish I had won at a town get-together had frozen solid. I begged Daddy to thaw it out, but he wouldn’t even try, so I was in mourning for a day or two.

Another time my little brother and I went to a town dance; he was kind enough to walk with me in a marked circle as the pianist played. The quilters of the town had patched together a beautiful quilt. David and I were in the winner’s spot when the music stopped. It was a beautiful quilt with a lot of blue in it. David didn’t have any interest, so he gave it to me. I loved that quilt until I wore it out. 

As children, we went to the town dances on our own while Mother and Dad worked at Min’s. As the other people of the town went for refreshments, our parents would ask how we were behaving, and we always got straight A’s. 

To be continued

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.”

Min’s Cafe-Part 1

25 Jul

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Photo credit: Come to Life Colorado

Min’s Café, Westcliffe, Colorado

1945-1952

The seven years between 1945 and 1952 in Westcliffe, Colorado, were some of the best years of my life. This picture shows the mountains we saw from our bedroom windows.  

Dad (Ivan) and Mother (Dora) bought Min’s Café with the G. I. Bill. They kept the name because the restaurant had a fine reputation in the town, and Minnie was a favorite cook and bottle washer. The Wet Mountain Valley, where Westcliffe was located, had two major enterprises, ranching, and fishing. Saturdays, the ranchers, and their families came to town for staples such as coffee, flour, and sugar. Their ranches yielded meat. And vegetables grew in the spring and summer and were preserved in cellars in the winter. The Ranchers’ main product was cows. They had milk from cows and sold the milk and many herds of cows. They cared for chickens for eggs and meat, and they grew vegetables for their use. In autumn, the girls and women filled every Mason Jar with vegetables and fruit to last the cold winter.  

In 1945 and on, Westcliffe had two bars and grills, and the two cafes were directly across Main Street. The owners, my parents, and the family across the street were best friends. When I was about eight years old, I started babysitting the two little girls who belonged in the living quarters of their café. 

The pharmacy was two doors down the street from Min’s. Sometimes when the pharmacist and his wife, the mother of his children, Mr. and Mrs. Cope went out for an evening at our Café three doors up the street or the café and bard one across the street, I looked after Cope’s children. My good friend Patience tells me she got to look after them too. I wonder if Cope (as we called him) had left anyone to sell to. He was kind and appreciated all the children. I went in to say hello to him almost every day as I went back and forth from Min’s to the Railroad duplex. 

We both were pleased when Mr. Cope gave us comic books with the covers removed so he could send the comics back to the factory. My friend had five brothers, so I’m sure those comic books had a thorough reading. Come to think about it; Patience was cousin to the Sheriff’s family, who had nine children. All the kids from both these families were at the top in school. 

We played in their yards and staged plays. 

To be continued.

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.”

Empty Nest

18 Jul

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I heard a bird call with the most resonant

Song I ever heard and saw it on the tree.

The bird didn’t see me. Then another one

Winged in with a piece of plastic in her beak.

 I knew she was soon to be a mother

 But I didn’t move or speak.

She zoomed into a Carolina wren nest

She had built in an aloe plant.

We discovered one egg one day, and

 The next another—every day, one more

Until there were four, and she couldn’t 

Lay any more. The nest was full.

We checked the birds every day.

Suddenly, one morning a head no bigger

Than the tip of my pointer finger wobbled.

Soon the nest was full of beaks and

Beady eyes, feathers, and wings. It seemed to expand

Like a womb with a growing child. Parent’s cries rang,

“In-coming, in-coming,” as they delivered bugs

And the nest began to peep. I went to look,

Soon even the expanding nest was too small.

I saw a tiny perfect wing. I heard the father calling

“Flying is the thing.” I thought soon we would

See nestlings fledging. But oh, it was not to be. 

The next morning, everyone was gone, 

No beady eyes peeking out at us.

No cleaning the nest of tiny balls

No more serenades

All gone.

Empty Nest. 

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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.”

You Ask Me How I am Doing

4 Jul

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Dear Friends,

I’m certainly looking at scriptures and listening to the YouTube preachers. It seems that just a small scripture can bring me back to the joy of the Lord. A worker angel in my imagination sweeps the bad and anxious thoughts away. 

Nearly fifty years have gone by since some wonderful pastors became quite famous worldwide. One was Derek Prince, and one was Cory Ten Boom. We were privileged here in Central Florida to see each of them individually several times. Now that I am listening to Derek Prince on YouTube, I am so happy that I was in his presence back then, and I am re-learning marvelous and real things that I know God wants me to remember and grow with. 

My flowers are growing in the front and the back of the house. Soon we will have a lush landscape in front of the house. It’s fun to go outside and tend to whatever catches my eye. If I forget how hot it is, I have to quit and go back inside. Much thank you to God for air-conditioning. 

We had such a wild storm yesterday that when it was over and time for our kitty, Thea, to come out from under the bench in the closet, she slunk out with her belly almost touching the floor. She is one of my playmates. The black and white cat is so beautiful, and our special game for exercise for both of us makes us happy. I call it my walk; she calls it to crawl under the small blue rug and destroy it with her back claws, though it never falls apart. 

I read too. One day I reclined in my bed and read for about two hours on a Sandra Dallas book. She has been a favorite writer of mine for a long time. Today we went to the library, and I looked through the books on the free table before I went in. I find treasures there. I love Haiku and found a free book of poems I am eager to read. Also, I got one that Oprah recommended. I might like it; I might not. We have a Book Chat once a month at church. We all read a good Christian novel and discus it at the meeting. It’s so nice to be in the presence of about twelve ladies of a certain generation. They are beautiful and wonderful to talk to and pray with. 

Bill and I go out and about. We just got back from the grocery store. Yesterday we drove to Orlando to have lunch with Bill’s dear sister and her fine husband. We change off every other month. In other words, they will come here next month. 

I send a bloggette to a few people first thing in the morning. It is like this-

“The Lord is my light and my salvation-whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1

If you want to be a Christian, you’re a wise person. It’s not hard at all. Open your mind and heart to Jesus. Invite Him to take over your life; you will be so happy when you do this that you might even cry. It’s such a relief to put everything into the hands of the Lord. Listen then. He speaks in a still, small voice and will never leave or forsake you. Today is Independence Day, a wonderful day to leave a hard life you’ve had and claim your new one. 

Jesus says, “My lambs hear my voice and follow me.”

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.”

Lizzy the Lizard

27 Jun

A Slice of Life

DiVoran Lites

Picture by Bill Lites

When I was ten years old and lived in Colorado with my family, my mother sent me to the cellar to get a jar of canned pears. As I started back up the steps, I saw a slimy-looking creature as big as my hand lying on a step. Startled, I flew from the cellar screaming. From that day on, I was afraid of any salamander or lizard. 

Now I’m all grown up, but I’m still watchful for any reptile, including lizards. Yes, lizards are designated reptiles. We always see several when we look out the window or walk around the yard. Unless it’s cool enough to eat supper on the porch, we sit at a table in front of a large window inside to have our meals. Lately, we have had a visitor every meal. We have named him Lizzy. He jumps onto the windowsill from the top of a small fence. When he gets to the closed window, he puts his tiny claws on the windowsill and looks in. He seems to want to come in. If we play music, he bobs his head. He’s a plain brown/black lizard, the size of my palm, with a dainty finger added. But wait,  no, I would never touch a lizard, not even with a glove on. 

When we moved to Florida, we were surrounded by lizards. They were everywhere. One Sunday, I saw one on the wall over the baptistry in the church. Lizards weren’t the only thing I had to deal with. We had green frogs on our back porch that splacked themselves to the sliding glass doors on the outside. I didn’t like them much, but I’m sorry that they are all gone now. Their greenness glowed, and they had a strip of real gold along their sides. Their chorus after rain was inspirational. 

Our children played with the lizards by letting them hang from ear lobes or the skin between their thumb and finger. If one came around when I was on the porch, I ran into the house to get one of the kids or their dad to take it away. If no one was home, I slid something flat under it, tipped it into a glass, and let it slide back into the yard where it belongs.   

One day I tried to move a small lizard away from where he was lying by using a spoon. He ran frantically back and forth so obviously scared to death that I had to leave him where he was. In the meantime, I had a new answer to an unasked thought. Lizards have feelings. They are afraid for their lives. I never thought of a lizard having fear. As far as I know, no animal or insect wants to die. Remember how the smallest ant or spider runs or flees-on a string-to stay alive. 

Anyhow, once you get a lizard that wants to be your friend, wants you to let him in, and likes to hear the beat of the music, you start to think about loving things that seem to love you. And you begin to comprehend that some creatures and even others we know might have good hearts and be worth loving. Maybe we all need to get on the love train and forget about picking over every problem, worry, appearance, or whatever someone else is or has, and pray about loving them instead. I hear that trail is easier the more you walk it. 

Jesus prays for us night and day, so that means He will greatly help us in this endeavor. 

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 God Life

20 Jun

My Take

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The God Life:

Receptivity

Reliability 

Resilience

Restitution, 

Realization 

Resonance

Reality

Reason 

Renunciation

Righteousness

Reckoning

Returns 

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.”

12 Months in Florida

13 Jun

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On the first of January, the New Year begins. 

She makes resolutions and repents of her sins.

On the first of February, the cardinal sings

And flashes to his mate on crimson wings.

On the first of March, she goes wild for seeds

And tries to think what a farmer needs.

On the first of April, she tells fool jokes,

 But they’re never are funny as other folks’

On the first of May, she declares it’s summer! 

Not always, though, and that’s a bummer.

On the first of June, she forgets her plants

And they are eaten by tiny ants.

On the first of July, she’s ready for joy 

Coming to visit: grandgirl and grandboy!

On the first of August, she’s sweltering hot

And wants to go back to a cooler spot.

On the first of September, pampas grass blooms

Down the hill from the school, a bicycle zooms. 

On the first of October, she celebrates age

A birthday is coming, so now turn the page.

On the first of November, she thinks about gifts

She goes to the church, and her loving heart lifts.

On the first of December, she turns on the songs

And listens to Christmas because it belongs.

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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.”

To Bill

6 Jun

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Soon we will be celebrating our 65th wedding anniversary when we more or less ran away to get married. Our mothers, Bill’s sister, and my cousin and aunt made it to California, where Bill was in the Navy. Our Dads, who both traveled for their work, missed it.

Here is my tribute to you, my love.

Thank you for making us a pair. 

Thank you for the good times and the hard times.  

Thank you for your forgiveness and comfort.

Thank you for your safety and the knowledge of handyman things.

Thank you for your resounding laugh.

Thank you for your curiosity about almost everything.

Thank you for being a tenacious man who got things done.  

Thank you for your tender love.

Thank you for loving and caring for our children. 

Thank you most for trusting Jesus and teaching us to know him too. 

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.”

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