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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 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.”

All I Have is Chit-Chat

13 Nov

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Another week has passed and it seems all I have is chit-chat. We had a enjoyable visit with my aunt and cousin from Raleigh then almost as soon as they left my husband came down with a weird virus. He had no fever nor obvious symptoms except exhaustion. Then after a day he lost his voice. I spent the next five days thinking I was living with a seal. I kid you not, he sounded just like a seal at Sea World. I thought that was awful, but then he lost his voice totally. At first, that was kind of nice. (Ladies, you KNOW what I mean) To my surprise, I discovered I missed his ranting at the television and radio. After a visit to the doctor, some expensive pills and home remedies, I believe he is on the mend. His energy is coming back too.

There has been some excitement this week. Our daughter, was notified she is a top five finalist for an award in writing and she was asked to participate in a book signing at the U.S. Space Walk of Fame Museum. The other author will be none other than Jay Barbree, author of Neil Armstrong, A Life of Flight He has covered every single flight of the manned space program and she used his books as a reference as she wrote Jessie.

Tonight the seniors group at our church is having their Thanksgiving dinner. Husband won’t be going but I am ready to get our of the house….really ready.I am taking the pumpkin cake recipe that has been all over Facebook. It only uses a can of pumpkin and a cake mix. I pinned the recipe and you can find it on our Pinterest page Rebekah Lyn Books. I put it on the healthy recipes board. The other dish is what I call Pink Stuff. It is also called Cherry Salad. It is light, fluffy and easy to make.



My cousin Margaret put the recipe in the Ebenezer United Methodist church  cook book. I have included it in case you need a quick and pretty dish for a party.

 Cherry Salad

 23 oz can prepared cherry pie filling

23 oz can crushed pineapple well-drained

1 cup pecans or walnuts chopped

14 oz can sweetened condensed milk

Pint of sour cream

8 or 9 oz container of whipped topping

Blend all ingredients together. Chill 4-5 hours. Serves 10


Hopefully next week I will have something profound to share. Or not, maybe we will simply chat again. Oh, I do have one profound thing to share. I spent part of the time creating Inspirational pins for my friend, Janet Perez Eckles. I haven’t perfected it yet, but here is one to share.

Forgiveness is the garden

I was a 12 Year Old Businessman-Part 1

23 Jan

A Slice of Life

 Bill Lites


I was born in Dallas, Texas in 1938.  I lived in the big “D” with my parents until 1945, when we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico.

bsby boy

The trip from Dallas to Albuquerque was on an American Airlines DC-3, and I was hooked on aviation at age seven.  As it happened, there were two large U.S. Air Force bases left over from WWII in Albuquerque.  So, it was no wonder that one of my main lifelong interests, was airplanes.


That interest was carried from small wood models, thru the years, to large gas-powered u-controlled flying models.

remote plane

I started cutting the grass at our house and the neighbor’s, during the summers, around the age of 10.  My parents helped by taking me to jobs outside our neighborhood.

old mower

By the time I was 12, I had saved enough money to by a Sears self-propelled gas powered mower.  During the next few years, I put so many miles on that mower, that I had to rebuild the mower engine more than once.



My grass cutting business thrived so well that, by the time I was 14, I was able to obtain my unrestricted driver’s license and buy my first motorcycle.

At that time, New Mexico allowed a person to qualify for a driver’s license at age 14 because so many of the farmer’s children needed to drive to support their family farm needs.

I kept cutting grass until I was 16, when I got a part-time job in the local Furr’s supermarket.  I started out unloading trucks and mopping floors – then to bag boy and stocking shelves –and finally working my way up to cashier.

bag boy


This allowed me to be able to sell my first motorcycle and buy a new 1954 Harley Davidson 165cc motorcycle for more reliable transportation to work and school.


When I was 17, I bought a used 1940 Chevrolet coupe to customize, and ended up rebuilding the engine and repainting it.  I met DiVoran’s brother, David, at Furr’s supermarket, where I was still working, and she told me later that he was awed by a guy my age who owned a car and a motorcycle.  She said she decided right then and there she wanted to meet that boy.


In 1955 I traded in my 165 cc motorcycle in on a new 1955 Harley Davidson Sportster.  This motorcycle would end up serving me faithfully for years to come.



At 18, while I was still in my senior year of high school, I joined the local NROTC and began my short career with the U.S. Navy.  I met DiVoran that year in typing class, and by the time we graduated, we were engaged.

young beloved


Senior picture

Not long after that, I shipped out on my first U.S. Navy shipboard cruise.  That 10-month cruise first took me to the many ports around the Mediterranean, back to the U.S. and then to stops on both sides of South America and at Panama, and finally to Bremerton, Washing ton.  We wrote to each other every day while I was gone, and just knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together by the time I was transferred to my next duty assignment.



DiVoran and I were married when we were 19, and lived in San Diego during the 6-month stateside assignment to my next ship.   When I shipped out on my 8-month cruise to Hawaii, Japan and Hong Kong, DiVoran returned to Albuquerque to live with her parents and attend Beauty school.


After I was released from active duty with the Navy at age 20, DiVoran and I moved to Los Angeles for me to attend Northrop University.  I started my engineering career in the aerospace field while still in college, first with Douglas Aircraft Company and then with North American Aviation.  We ended up staying in Los Angeles eight years because after my first two years in college, I went to work full-time while continuing my college classes at night, and I couldn’t always get the classes I needed.


At first, DiVoran worked full-time as a beautician to help with our living expenses.  Then after our children were born, she stopped working to be a stayed-at-home mom.

baby girl

bsby boy

As soon as I graduating from college in 1965, we moved to Titusville, FL with North American Aviation, on the Apollo Manned Space Program.

Colossians 3:23

                                    —-To Be Continued—-

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