My Take
DiVoran Lites
August 10, 1983
Dear Ones,
Well, I finally settled down to write, but I suspect it will be a quicky. Judy arrived on Friday, and we’ve been having a good time doing all the things we did last summer. I sat on my rock at the beach today and took a picture of the big tree and roots I mentioned last week.
Judy, Smithy, and Waunita went to Victoria yesterday, it was warm and sunny, and they had a good time.
Ivan and I kept the place running. I did laundry at Waunitas and then studied my notes and some other books about painting. I am trying to learn about glazing and scumbling by tomorrow. I was supposed to learn it last week, but I got behind when I tried to free-hand draw the fishing shacks and didn’t catch up. So the picture of Paris in the rain looks like Paris in the rain, but I’m not sure I like it, and I feel quite distressed. Most of the other students were quick enough to do it. Maybe they know some things I don’t. Anyway, tomorrow is painting day.
Smithy sold his big old caterpillar for 15,00 or 17,00. He won’t be using it for the campground anymore. I guess he has dug up and moved all the dirt he wanted to move.
Pauline and her husband J. Y. arrived yesterday as they do every summer. They’ll be here for two months. J.Y. and another man took out two fishing boats, so we’ll have fresh fish for dinner when they get back.
I loved hearing about the peacocks and everything else at Deleon Springs State Park. I remembered that a lizard dropped from a palm tree onto my head, but I also remember swimming in the spring and thinking about Ponce de Leon telling people this water would make us live forever. I know I felt very healthy after swimming at the spring. Bet I would be even warmer in July than November.
I’d love to have lunch with you and your friend when we come again. Has she found a car she wants yet? That seems like a job for a man. In our family, it has always been for men to decide about cars.
Thank you for your compliment about writing. You are just saying that, so I’ll become all flowery of speech and continue to “go for it” language-wise. But it is fun and goes along with observations for painting.
Yes, I think I’ve read Daddy Longlegs. Perhaps there was a movie by that name. Anyhow it sounds familiar and good. I remember The Egg and I from the old books too.
Dad brought in the last of the crab. Come on over for supper.
Adios again,
Love, Mother
It’s getting cooler; time to close the door and take a nap, may need the heater on or the electric blanket to sleep on.
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 office-family-room-kitchen. Staccato sounds fill the air as a heavy-duty staple-gun blasts into terrazzo floor, pinning down a new carpet in the house across the street, a woodpecker hammers on metal, and a cardinal sings his spring song, tu-tu-tu.
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