Lovelock Wedding

15 Apr

My Take

DiVoran Lites

As told by DiVoran’s mother, Dora Bowers

Dora Bedell became Mrs. Ivan Bowers on April 27, 1937. I put on the rose flowered dress because the long white one didn’t seem right for a small group wedding. Ivan’s dad had arranged for me to have a rose corsage, and the fragrance of those roses has reminded me of that day ever since.

We were married in the basement of the Baptist Church between Sunday School and church by Reverend Swabackland. Lucille and Glen stood up for us.  Two of their friends and a child were there. After the wedding, we all went to Glen and Lucille’s for chicken and noodles Sunday dinner.

The ladies of the First Baptist Church of Canon City sent us a shower by mail. We got handmade lunch cloths, pillowcases, and tea towels. Most of the shower gifts were hand hemmed, embroidered, and crocheted. Mother and Dad got us an electric iron. Ivan’s mother and dad got us silver-plate flatware.

We spent our first night in Lovelock at the better hotel on the right side of the tracks. There were slot machines all over the lobby. Ivan put a nickel in one and a jackpot of nickels poured out. But a nickel jackpot didn’t go far and we were running out of money, so after the first night, we moved to the Big Meadows Hotel across the tracks. Accommodations took the last $20 of the original $80.00 we started out with. 

Ivan was making $27.50 per week. After the Big Meadows, we rented a large, empty house, empty except for a bed and a table. Lovelock, the county seat, had a population of 2300 and drew Black Foot Indians off the reservation, and miners and ranchers came from a hundred miles away in all directions. Between Safeway and home, 13 bars and gambling parlors and 3 houses of ill repute nearly filled the main street.

We still lived on the wrong side of the tracks and Ivan had to walk past about half those places with his weekly paycheck to get home. One Saturday night, he lost the week’s wages gambling. After that, I met him and walked home with him. I imagine that was when he first felt truly married. 

I remember though, that I always felt safe with him. He kept a butcher knife by the bed to protect us from the many railroad bums who jumped off the boxcars of the Reno-Salt Lake City train and roamed Lovelock looking for handouts before they got back into the boxcars.

Some Random Thoughts…3

14 Apr

Sunday Memories

Judy Wills

I really enjoy some of the things that flit through my mind.  Well, most of them.  Most of them are fun, good memories.

And then I will find something that brings my mind into focus on things of God and how He has led my life so thoroughly.

Recently, Fred and I were in Cracker Barrel

Credit Google Search and xilusmale

(one of our favorite places to eat), and they had a sign hanging for purchase that touched my heart.  Here’s a picture of it.  What do you think?  It’s just a simple thing, but the message is so powerful.  

It is a reminder that we are responsible for our actions – and our thoughts and reactions to things that happen to us.  We can make ourselves happy or miserable – and those actions (or reactions) will pro-ject into the remainder of the day.

I had a friend once, many years ago, who grew up in rural America.  Life was hard and work was constant.  She married a military man and they had a young child when I knew her.  She told me that she had discovered her attitude toward the day was reflected in her daughter.  If she was down or mad or sad about the day – then her daughter was the same.  But if she presented a happy face and attitude, her daughter was, as well.  And so, she made the effort to present the happy face every day…even if she didn’t feel like being happy that day.  She wanted a happy day for her daughter.  And by doing so, she made the day happy for the entire family.

Wow! What a concept!  It’s so easy to fall into unhappy times and attitudes. But to actually make the effort to be happy – wow again!  

I’ve been trying to memorize scripture lately.  There is so much in God’s word that lifts me up – all those wonderful promises (I’m told there are well over 900 promises in scripture).  Those are for me and my strengthening and comfort. But recently, my heart has been telling me to find and memorize scriptures that praiseGod!  The Psalms are just bursting with praises to God!! But one of my all-time favorite verses of praise is found in Revelation 4:8 ….

 “‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty,’ who was, and is, and is to come.” 

Isn’t that magnificent?  It’s an easy one to memorize, and is spoken by the angels around the throne of God, over and over.  They never stop saying it.  May I never stop saying it, either.

And so, I can make weeds, or I can make flowers – as can you. The choice is yours

More next week…

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. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

Look for this friend to end your loneliness

13 Apr

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

Janet Perez Eckles

Reblogged April 13, 2019

Why in the world am I so slow in eating? I asked myself all the time. My college friends got tired of waiting for me. Today, my friends get restless as they wait beyond the time they finished their own meal.

But God sent me a loving friend who sits, chats and never complains as I eat my last bite.

We all need friends like that, especially when we’re at the table of sorrow. Have you ever been there, trying to digest the pain of the moment with no friends around? Fighting self-pity, we look up and see the mountain tops where others walk. We observe the joy that fills others’ lives and we wonder, when is it our turn?

And when we ask that, our circumstance looks worse.

We long for that someone to come. We desire the company of that special someone. The person God will send who will stay with us to the end.

Is there such a person? While we look and look, and no answers come, the pain deepens. Secretly, we keep hoping to have someone around to mend our broken heart. To hold us when the silence of the night is deafening. But reality barges in—friends are too busy with their own lives. They can’t be with us or around us.

“But God — it is he who will go ahead of you. He will be with you. He will neither fail you nor abandon you, so don’t be afraid or downhearted” (Deuteronomy 31:8).

His Promise

His promise is that He goes ahead of us, paving the way, preparing the outcome and putting all the pieces together.

In expectation for that to happen, can we believe He’s telling us not to give up; not to give in to discouragement? Is He speaking to us when He says, “For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end” (Psalm 48:14).

Till the end. Not only while we read inspirational messages. Or only while we’re in prayer, or seated in a church pew, but when, in the privacy of our disappointment, sad moments invade our heart. When our tears soak our pillow. That’s when, though we may be unaware, every minute, every second the friend of all friends—Jesus’ hands are around our pain, His voice whispering into our cries and His promise echoing through our emptiness.

Let’s Pray

Father, I confess of my impatience in the waiting. Grant me the peace I need to expect the best from You, my best friend, to focus on the blessing and to take each step in anticipation of great things to come. In Jesus’ name, amen.

What friend can you count on till the end?



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Seeking Peace- Follow the Correct Instructions

12 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Yesterday I discovered that the written instructions for my eye care, did not match the instructions I remembered the doctor giving me verbally. The written instructions told me to use twice the amount of drops! Since the drops would elevate my already fickle pressures I was alarmed and placed a call to the surgeon’s office.

A few years ago, I would have been confident that my memory was correct and not placed the call. This whole aging and memory issues are for the birds!

For our physical health, it is important that we follow the correct instructions with our medications and take them faithfully until the health event is cured or the doctor stops them.

How does this correlate with seeking peace in my heart, mind and soul?

For me, I need to spend time alone each morning, reading a devotional, scripture verses and pondering on their words. I need to follow the correct instructions from my healer.

But somedays, I feel too busy or even too complacent. I think to myself, “I’m good today, I will be fine.”

So, I skip a day and if that doesn’t result in a setback I am tempted to skip another, just as we do with medications. It doesn’t end well in either circumstance.

The surgeon’s office returned my call. My memory had been correct…this time.

Love: By spending time with the author of love, I am prepared by His love to face my day.

Joy: The result of being thankful.

Peace: When I am following correct instructions, by verifying them, I have peace.

Seek the Lord and His strength; seek His face continually. Psalm 105:4.

Be As You Were Created To Be

11 Apr

One the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I saw this photo on Pixabay and it stirred my curiosity. He looks scruffy and maybe a bit dangerous with those teeth. But there is something appealing about his eyes. He is just as he was created to be.

We don’t have to conform to what others think. Test and discern!

A Cookie Ministry?

10 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I underwent a laser procedure on my eye this morning and it wasn’t fun. Imagine 50 pins pricking your eye. So, instead of posting my blog today I have been resting my eye, well except for scrolling through Facebook.

When I saw my church tagged in this picture from the Seafarers, Canaveral Port Ministry, I wanted to share it as a follow up to my Tuesday post about volunteering.

Cookies our church collected to be served to those who work on ships.

Yes, there is a Cookie Ministry and anyone can do it!

National Volunteer Week April 7-13 2019

9 Apr

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

National Volunteer Week is something to celebrate!

Our church is on the small side, averaging less than 100 each Sunday. This past Sunday the bulletin had an insert thanking the members for their volunteer activities. The insert was front and back listing the many ways the congregation volunteer.

The secretary who put composed the insert shared that the insert began with naming individuals who had volunteered. As the list grew, she realized that almost 100% of the members had volunteered in some form. Do you know how amazing that is?

To make a difference, one doesn’t have to be the head of a committee or lead a ministry. Yes those are necessary, but little acts of service make a difference too. Sunday a week ago, our church had a cookout in a park underneath a pavilion next to the Indian River. During worship service a small group of us went to the park to set up. My husband and I took on the task to wipe the tables, cleaning bird poop from the tops and the seats. Certainly not a presitgious job, but I felt a sense of accomplishment that my friends were able to enjoy their meal without any unpleasant surprises.

In Acts 20:35 Paul wrote: In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ “

By this measure, I would say that we are a blessed congregation.

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