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A Letter From Ivan

20 Jan

My Take

DiVoran Lites

While Ivan was in the Army, he and Dora, like most married people in WWII, kept a running conversation going through the mail. Here is one letter from Ivan when he was in water purification training in Austin, Texas on the Colorado River.

 June 20, 1944 Tuesday Morning

It is about time I wrote. Most of the other Boys wrote yesterday evening and this morning, but I have been pretty busy fishing and swimming and working. We have a trout line set with about 15 hooks on it. Have been busy moving it around trying to find a good place. So far we only have two nice cat fish about a foot long.

 We have our own boat and we go run the lines every so often. I have a line set right here in front of my tent. Boy there is a big old turtle over across the river. His neck is about 6 inches long. But every time someone goes after him he dives in the water and gets away.

I received your lonesome and most welcome letter last nite. Someone brings our mail out every day. Sunday nite on the way out it was raining like hell so after we left the paved road and started down to the river the roads were slick and we turned a trailer over with a complete water purification unit on it. But it didn’t do much Damage. We winched it right back up and took off. 

Last nite we went for a swim and then went to sleep after running the trout line. If you ever had a turkish bath you will know how hot it is here. Until midnight you just lay there and your whole body is soakig wet with sweat. The bedding even gets all wet. You have to sleep without your underwear because it gets wet enough you can wring it out and that makes it hotter. 

I’ll see you afterwhile, as I have to go and run my lines. 

 Here I am again just after Supper. Had quite a nice afternoon. But haven’t caught any fish. We went swimming and I had just got out and had my shirt and pants on when the sergeant  waded a bit too far from the bank and the current took him down over his head.

He couldn’t swim a lick. But I thought when he hollered he was just fooling. I didn’t Know he couldn’t Swim. So when he bobbed up and down a few times, I pulled my shirt off but didn’t have time to get my pants off . I jumped in off the bank which is about 6 foot from the water level into about 7 foot of water. Took off my pants underwater while I was coming up. Then I had to swim down stream a little ways as the current is pretty stiff and had washed him downstream.

Well finally I got him to the bank and a couple of other fellows pulled him up the hill and worked on him. When I got on the bank, I spied my pants going down stream so dove back in and retrieved them. The sarge revived in about 5 minutes. Then we went up on the highway in a truck and got some ice and cookies. Going to have some cold cokes tonight. Just had one. It was swell. Well I had better close now and send all my love and I do mean all.

 Love, Ivan

Coke, Coca Cola, Drink, Drink Box, Lemonade

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.”

My 2019 Great Lakes Road Trip Part 12B

8 Jan

A Slice of Life

Bill Lites

Day 12 – Saturday August 3 (Continued)

Now I headed some 85 miles southeast on SR-163/US-63 to visit the Airpower Museum located in Ottumwa, IA.  I found that the Airpower Museum is actually several miles west of Ottumwa, at the Antique Airfield which is near Blakesburg, IA.  The museum is housed in a small building with aviation displays, artifacts and memorabilia dating from the early 1900s.  There is also a single small hanger adjacent to the museum building that contains several airplanes in various stages of repair or restoration.

For some of you mini-series buffs, Ottumwa happens to be the hometown of the TV series “M*A*S*H” character “Radar.”  This loveable character played the part of MASH 4077’s company clerk, and pretty much ran the outfit, until he was shipped home and replaced by another MASH character “Max Klinger.”  I was one of millions of Americans who laughed their way thru 11 fun-filled seasons with all of the MASH 4077 characters.

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Next I headed northeast on US-63/SR-92/22 to visit the Old Capital Museum located in Iowa City, IA. This museum is housed in what originally was the Iowa’s second Territorial Capital building.  The first Iowa Territorial Capital was actually established in Detroit, MI as part of the Wisconsin Territory (1834-1838).  The first Iowa Capital Building was in Burlington, IA (1839-1841), the second was Iowa City (1841-1849), and the third was Des Moines (1849-present).  When the capital of Iowa was moved to Des Moines, the Old Capital Building became the first permanent building of the University of Iowa.  The university has expanded over the years, and the museum now sits on a hill in the middle of a four-block park-like area (the Pentacrest) of the University of Iowa campus.  The museum displays many exhibits, artifacts and memorabilia related to the early history of the capital building, the university, and the state of Iowa from as far back as the mid-1800s. 

Since I was going to spend the night there in Iowa City, I just had to take the time to check out the site of what is said to be the World’s Largest Wooden Nickel.  Measuring 12’ across and tipping the scale at 4000 pounds, this unique wooden monument is said to have been erected in 2006 as a protest against Johnson county officials’ decision to raise speed limits in the area.  The half-dollar size wooden nickel I have at home is a joke, but this roadside Icon seems like a good example of a non-violent protest to me.

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Now it was time for Greta (my Garmin) to take me to the motel there in Iowa City.  After I got checked in at the motel, I headed over to Jimmy Jack’s Rib Shack for a plate of their delicious (falling-off-the-bone tender) St. Louis Ribs with baked beans, cole slaw, and a slice of their homemade honey-butter cornbread.  Boy was that YUMMMY!  This was a meal to remember, and the best thing about it is, I will be remembering it again tomorrow evening.

Photo Credit jimmy jacks rib shack in iowa city

—–To Be Continued—–

Three Steps to Have Your Prayers Answered

2 Nov

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Image by just4today from Pixabay

Reblogged November 1, 2019

Did anyone tell you there’s no right or wrong way to pray? They’re correct. But there is a wrong sense of conviction as we pray. When we ask God for blessings, we often use a mousy attitude. We request limited blessings. And imagine only what our human mind can hold.

But when we change the way we pray, the results are different. Putting pride aside, our prayers need to be bold, sure, and expectant.

I tried that. Recently, in my prayer time, I asked the Lord to grant me favor on this particular day. Not sure what that favor would be, I didn’t focus on the specific blessing. Instead, I asked, with an expectant spirit and an anticipating heart.

Later that day, my mom and I stopped at a Christian bookstore. We walked in and the woman behind the counter recognized me. And in an angelic voice said, “A group in my church is doing the Bible study in your book.”

My book? Among all those popular books by world-known authors, her church chose my book? I did a cartwheel in my head and thanked God for that sweet encouragement.

You may not be looking for your books to be read. But instead, you need huge solutions. No matter what the request, here are three steps to pray more effectively.

No. 1: We discard doubt and express the authority we have in Jesus.

The words can be few, but the faith has to be deep.

John and Peter show us the simplicity of a powerful prayer. They encountered a man crippled from birth who begged for money.

“Then Peter said, ‘Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.’ Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong. He jumped to his feet and began to walk” (Acts 3:6-8).

No. 2: Never stop declaring what God will do.

Persistence and perseverance are the vehicle to answers. Keep on knocking, expectantly and the door will open.

The reason we never stop is because God said, “You don’t have because you do not ask God” (James 4:2b)

No. 3. Expect the best God has for you. 

Be prepared for a greater answer. And declare in advance praises for what God has prepared, thanking Him in advance for the gifts He has stored in the warehouse of His love. He’s willing, ready and longing to make the delivery according to His schedule.

Here’s His promise:

“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” (Matthew 7:7-11).

God, who created the universes and who knit us together in our mother’s womb, knows what we need. He’s aware of we lack. He observes our desires and knows what we desire at this moment. He knows what your heart longs for as you read these lines. And He sees the tears that wet your pillow.

That’s why He repeats His promise, “When the time is right, I, the Lord, will make it happen” (Isaiah 60:22).

And as He prepares His answer, He’s curling His finger calling you to step into His will as you place your prayers before Him, with certainty of His answer and sure of His timing.

Let’s Pray

Father, thank you for the boldness you gave me to come before You and express my requests. With patience I will wait and with hope I will praise you. In Jesus name.

What changes do you need to make as you pray?

Janet

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Captured by Blink-Florida Cardinal

22 Oct

A Time to Live

Melody Hendrix

A Curious Cardinal

MelodyWelcome! I’m so glad you stopped in to visit. I am retired and enjoying life. My hobbies are my 5 grandchildren, son and daughter, and my loving husband. I am a photographer and extreme nature lover. I love spending time in my garden or in the wilderness connected to God my Creator.
What a beautiful world we live in. We all have that in common. Natural beauty is everywhere, but sometimes we are not connected until we see a picture, taken just right, that makes it really come into focus and be admired. My passion is to make a connection between the lens and your soul. Photography is my passion.
 
My photography passion began when my Father handed me his old Ricohflex box camera when I was 12.  It was love at first sight. I still have it. My hand was never empty of a camera since.
Rocoflex
 
I am a native Floridian. I am so lucky to call it home. I was born in Orlando BF (before Disney). My family moved to the Winter Park area when I was very young. Central Florida was so simple and quaint at that time. I wandered the streets barefoot with my friends, never worrying that something bad could ever happen. My Mom used to pick the sand-spurs out of my feet. I still go barefoot. It grounds me to earth and connects me to nature.
 
I have extensively explored Florida and its diverse beauty. So much to see and so little time. I would love for you to join me in my travels through the images I have taken. I wish you could hear the sounds, smell the fragrance and feel the breath of it. But for now we must be content with exploring with our eyes and only imagine the rest.
 
Thank you for your interest.

Waiting…

3 Oct

Yesterday was a long…. day! My husband had two doctor appointment two hours from our home. I am thankful we were able to schedule both on the same day. 

We both slept in this morning but I didn’t miss my porch quiet time. Before I sette in the chaise lounge a Hummingbird flew to the feeder. She took a tiny sip then flew up close and hovered as if to say, fill up the feeder! The nectar and seed feeders were both empty! Cooler weather is coming so the birds must be stocking up.

My husband took this photo several years ago using a tripod and remote trigger.

To my surprise the Hummingbird zipped over to the garden area and began extracting nectar from the blooms on a Basil plant. Somehow she managed to pull the bloom off yet hold on to it longer to drink. She then moved on to the blooms on my huge Coleus plant. I wish I could have snapped a photo while she was drinking.

Waiting to hear from the doctor with test results is trying my patience. The practice has a patient portal and I have been haunting it all morning. We have been praying for the doctors to have wisdom in finding the source of my husband’s heath issues, but I’m not handling the waiting well. If my mom were still alive she would tilt her head and look me in the eye and ask..”what do you have a Lord for?” 

Can Facebook Figure Me Out-Not Yet!

1 Oct

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Last week I began my revenge campaign against Facebook’s algorithm tyranny. I spent time each day hiding the sponsored ads that are the lifeblood of their income stream

I have to give Facebook credit, it really scrambled to figure out what I would click on. Here are some of the most frequent ads:

  • Fertility clinic- 45 years too late
  • Allergy testing- Interesting pairing with fertility!
  • Water Park- Really?
  • Various health products
  • EBike- What the heck is EBike?
  • Corelle Ware- Tempting
  • Religious posts

Even though the religious posts don’t always reflect my values, I have decided to stop hiding these ads. For the most part the headlines are positive and encouraging and with the partisan anger on social media, I need the positive.

I would like to report that the volume of ads has decreased but I think they may have increased! I will report back on this week’s Facebook attempts to lure me into clicking an ad.

On a positive note, I am enjoying the National Park webcams. They are updated every 15 minutes plus they archive the images. Here is the LINK if you would like to enjoy them too. Currently, Glacier National Park has experienced an early season blizzard!

I’m not positive, but I think this is the Visitor Information Center.

The Bible Lens app makes adding scripture to photos practically effortless and i am enjoying combining the webcam photos with God’s word!

Sequoia & Kings Canyon NP

On the Street Where You Live…Part 9

29 Sep

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

Our daughter, Janet was born in the base hospital on Loring AFB in June of 1971.  Fred came to visit me in the hospital the day following her birth and asked, “You didn’t really want to stay here another year, did you?”  I nearly jumped out of the bed!!  “Where are we going?”  I screeched!  San Antonio, Texas, for Fred to be an instructor at the same OTS where he had trained as an officer.  

And so, in September, we headed out from Maine – with no regrets!

We took our time, traveling through parts of Canada and the northeast states of the U.S. 

1971 – Hotel Frontenac – Quebec, Canada

The Von Trapp Family Lodge – Stowe, Vermont

Boston – U.S.S. Constitution – Old Ironsides

 We stopped in Washington D.C. and Fred’s parents met us.

The Lincoln Memorial – Washington D.C.

We finally arrived in San Antonio later that month.  I had a great-aunt, Lillie, who lived in San Antonio, and we stayed with her while we went house-hunting.

We finally settled on a newly built house in a subdivision not too far from the Medina Base, where the OTS was quartered and schooled, as well as not far from Lackland AFB itself.  Ray Ellison was the builder.

1971 – Our first house – San Antonio, Texas

2017 – Our first house – renovated.  That tree really grew big!

I’ve looked up the house on Zillow.com and it says it has 1,724 square feet of living space.  It also says it has four bedrooms and two baths.  The new owners must have added on, because it only had three bedrooms when we lived there!  It also says there is a fireplace in the family room – that must have been in the add-on, because we didn’t have a fireplace anywhere in the house!

The entry way had a coat closet, and was separated from the living room by half-walls that had spindles up to the ceiling.

1974 – Fred and Janet in the living room.  Notice the spindles in the half-wall

The living room was rather long and narrow, and ended with the dining room against the end wall.  There was a mural on the wall.

1973 – Janet’s 2nd Birthday.  Janet and Karen enjoying birthday cupcakes  

There’s the mural on the wall of the dining room

The kitchen was off the dining room, with a pocket-door between.  The refrigerator and stove were on the right wall as you entered the kitchen, with a divider between the kitchen and family room that included cabinets, sink and dishwasher.  At the end of the kitchen was a nook large enough for an eat-in table and chairs. There was also a storage cabinet in that nook, which was convenient.

1972 – After church, Janet crawled up and got into the french fries.

That is the eat-in nook, table and chairs, and storage closet in the wall.

Also between the kitchen and family room was another half-wall – wood this time – that also had spindles to the ceiling.

1972 – Christmas with our little tree.  This shows the wooden spindles in the half-wall

The door to the backyard is behind the tree

Karen and Janet admiring our Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

We placed our piano in that room.  There was a door that led to the backyard in that room. The door to the garage was between the kitchen proper and the eat-in nook.

The master bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, with a bath attached – shower only – no tub.  The second bathroom was down the hall, across from the middle bedroom, and the third bedroom was at the end of that hallway, with long windows facing the street.

It was a comfortable house, and we enjoyed our three years there.

I’ve written about one incident that happened while we were there: The house next door to us caught fire in the middle of the night.  Please see my post of September 21, 2014 about that incident – My Husband…My Hero.

More next time…

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Can Facebook Figure Me Out?

24 Sep

I think I am going to start a Tuesday post titled “Can Facebook Figure Me Out”?

Like many people I am frustrated with the social media giant. It was annoying that Facebook decided which of my family and friends posts I would see based on how popular their post were. It’s like being in middle school and trying to be the popular girl. If a post does not get multiple comments and likes, it gets buried. To make matters worse, they now want FB to be a “happy place.” Their algorithm rate posts based on comments, loves and wows. Gifs push it even further up the happiness poll. If you click like, sad or mad, that is the kiss of death.

Image by OpenIcons from Pixabay

A couple of weeks ago I mounted my personal protest by hiding ads in my news feed. Facebook needs money and that money comes from ads. At first I clicked hide out of a sense of defiance, defund the FB control freaks! After two weeks, I have made it a game and quite enjoy it.

The Facebook algorithm, henceforth to be called “It”, is determined to figure out which ads I will click. After barraging me with a wide range of ads, It settled into religious ones, obviously noting that I share scripture graphics on my timeline. I hide them all, finally It must have decided I am Catholic and suggested a book about praying with prayer beads.

So far this week the ads have gone from luxury cars, bras, fertility and life insurance. I wonder if in some weird way It thinks they go together.

Next week I will share Its choices for me. Do you think It will finally give up? Is it possible to exhaust an algorithm?

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

If you want to feel violated, go to settings, ads, Your ad preferences, Advertisers and Businesses. There you will read this:

How Lists Containing Your Information Are Uploaded

  • These advertisers have run an ad in the past seven days using a list uploaded to Facebook containing your information, typically an email address or a phone number.
  • Facebook matched the uploaded information to your profile, without revealing your identity to the advertiser.

Now you know why you get so much spam email. You are welcome.

Stop by next week and share your ads story!

On the Street Where You Live…Part 8

22 Sep

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

Our three years in Germany were up, and it was time to head back stateside.  Fred and I had a joke between us:  if we ask to go to Albuquerque (Kirtland AFB), do you think they’ll send us to Maine?” Well, they did just that.

We flew to the states, and Fred’s parents picked us up.  We spent several days with them, then flew to Albuquerque to visit with my Mother, Aunt Jessie, and Granny.  I have pictures of the four generations, which are precious to me.

1970 – Four Generations: Karen, Judy, Mom and Granny

From there we flew to Detroit to pick up the car we had ordered.  Fred’s middle sister and her husband and young son were living just outside Selfridge AFB, near Detroit.  We spent a few days with them before heading to King of Prussia, Pennsylvania and a visit with Fred’s parents.

From there we drove to our new assignment, Loring AFB, Maine.  That’s located near Limestone, Maine, just three miles from the Canadian border.  At that time, the interstate was a two lane road, and four hours north of Bangor!  They put us up in temporary housing for about a week until our stuff arrived, that we had stored while in Germany.

We then moved into our “permanent” housing on base – it was a 16-unit row house.

1970 – front of the building with the new siding

We were kind of in the middle.  It was two-story, and our particular unit had been renovated and had an extra room and half-bath downstairs, off the kitchen. It also had a doorway to the outside from there.

The back of our unit

Most of the other units didn’t have that extra room or half-bath.  Our washer and dryer were in that extra room.  The kitchen, dining room and living room was essentially one large room. But at least it was nice and open – it felt like lots of room.

The back of the row houses before new siding

It was partially furnished – the dining room table and chairs belonged to the house.\

Karen meeting her new baby sister for the first time.  This shows the dining room furniture, and the bookcase that we used as a divider between dining room/living room

We purchased the bed for ourselves, but the dresser and other furniture were furnished.  There were also furnished beds in the other two bedrooms.  Only one bathroom upstairs, at the head of the stairs. That was a bit scary when Karen got up during the night to go to the bathroom!  I was afraid she would lose her balance and tumble down the stairs! She never did, however.

We purchased a long (110″) electric blue couch and matching swivel/rocker chair from a furniture store in town, as well as a large rug for the living room.

1970 – Karen in the new “electric blue” swivel/rocker

As for the parking garage – there was a “row house” for those, with a block heater for the engine of the car. Unfortunately, one of those units (not ours) caught fire while we were there – and the entire garage row was destroyed in five minutes!  We usually parked on the street, because the garage area was the last place the snow plows plowed in winter.

The garages

When we arrived, we were told they were “improving” the housing, by replacing the siding on the front and back of each row of houses.  Well, they did, but the company doing the work was from Canada and they were on Atlantic time and started about 6:00 in the morning!  It looked nicer, but no improvements were made on the inside of the units.  We were fortunate to only live there one year!

Judy on our doorstep.  Flowers after Janet’s birth

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

The Last Summer Blooms

19 Sep

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

With thankful hearts we loaded our truck last Thursday and headed back to the North Carolina mountains. The temperatures in the mountains were warm, but after the heat of Florida, it was delightful to sit on my porch again and enjoy the soft, morning air.

Yesterday a cool front pushed into the area and it is windows open weather! I will need a light blanket or jacket when I enjoy the porch tomorrow. My kind of weather!

I picked a few of summer’s last blooms yesterday. I will miss their bright welcome as the car comes up the driveway or when I open the blinds, first thing each morning but fall has it own colors.

Our Coleus plants have had a phenomenal summer. I don’t think I can recall ever having such lush growth! The Pink Splash I planted with it went crazy too. Our hanging basket that “winters’ in Florida has flourished. I think this winter will be its fourth. We had to move it to a larger pot and it is too heavy for me to lift. For the life of me, I can’t remember the name of the plant. I think it starts with a “d”. If you know what it is, let me know.

While we were in Florida the pansy flowers from last winter played out. I can’t believe they thrived through the summer. We planted mums for fall in our moose planter but I need some contrast. I am thinking of Dusty Miller.

Before leaving for Florida we set up a game camera not expecting much would be captured. To our delight, a doe and two babies visited to eat the grapes on my husband’s vines and top off the Hosta plants. I know that deer liked eating hosta, but this is the first time they have bothered ours. They are so cute, I don’t mind a bit.

Monday officially kicks off fall. Let the pumpkin fest begin! I have a decadent recipe for Keto Pumpkin Spice Muffins from the Keto Gatherings cookbook by Kristi Sullivan. (If you are eating Keto, I recommend this cookbook for holiday recipes.) that will be perfect served with pumpkin spice coffee made with heavy cream!

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I'm a winnerAfter my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2019 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

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