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Letters From Mother-2

7 Jun

Scribe, DiVoran

My Take

DiVoran Lites

April 20, 1983

We’re at the Salton Sea, Dad, your uncle Lowell, and me. It’s cloudy and cool. We’ve had more wind and rain this spring. Lowell’s going home today and then to Victorville to get your grandmother. She will fly home to Colorado Saturday.

We were all up at Kathy’s Saturday for lunch and had a good time. Rayna’s growing so fast. She will be four in July. (Kathy is Lowell’s daughter, and Rayna is Kathy’s daughter.)

Photo credit Pixabay

I got to take a painting lesson over here on Tuesday and take another one today—Wednesday. We were painting a yellow rose. A rose, but not a perfect rose. I finally caught on to making the leaves. I think I have some bad habits to unlearn because I tend to use too much paint. This particular technique requires a light touch and little paint. I was startled when I learned that I needed a particular brush, $7.95 and special white paint, about $7.00 (I didn’t have to buy, borrowed that) and sap green about $6.00, and I bought a canvas. It all totaled $22.73 with the lesson. Shocking, no? Well, today should be only ten. I may continue with a few more this spring while we’re coming over here.

Did you get the tape I sent? Was it in good condition? Do you need Kathy’s address? I have Helen Lucchesi’s too. I don’t have Carol’s. What others did you ask for?

How did you like the spelling in my last letter? Some words come back to haunt me, such as biscuit, mall, restaurant, museum, Reagan. I have an old dictionary here that has 30,000 words but no definitions. Mail.

Well, it’s time to go to school from 8 AM to 11:30 AM. Gotta get a banana, mail your letter and go. 

My take on spelling is that sometimes a person can be deficient in spelling but brilliant in math and visa-versa. 

Love you lots,


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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