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Letters from Mother-8

19 Jul

Dora Bedell Bowers

My Take

DiVoran Lites

July 25, 1983 

Marrowstone Island, WA

Lowell’s birthday. He’s 64

I’m enjoying sitting indoors with the heat on and wearing sweaters. Things got a little hot the other day. Dad was welding out by Smithy’s trailer and his red polyester flannel shirttail caught fire. He put his hand down on the flame and the material stuck to his left hand and caused 3rd degree burns on his palm. It has healed quickly. He soaked it in ice water to stop the burning and applied aloe-vera plant and some aloe-vera salve. He has been welding since you were small-he says 47 years. No! No! It’s since Dave was born-he learned on the GI bill after the war. No that was flying it was before the war in Crowley, but not 47 years. How’s that for digressing? 

We walked Saturday and saw a small flock of woodpeckers in the woods where Amy lives. They were 10-12 inches long with a bright top knot the color of a red reflector in the light. I wish I had my bird book here. Then we saw a wild canary and it sang like a canary. We also saw a ferret or brown mink, and a doe with a fawn about three weeks old following her. 

Photo credit Pixabay
Photo credit by Pixabay

Mary Ann and Shirley sang ” Happiness” yesterday, then we all sang “Heaven Came Down” together. I loved it. The ladies’ group is such a sweet time for all of us on this small island. Fran told Ivan I had a good singing voice. (He’d never believe it, but that’s all right, he’s tone-deaf, anyway, so how would he know?)

Sister Judy may come August 5. Sister-in-law, Waunita has gone to Canby Oregon to see her grandsons play baseball. She’ll be back tomorrow. Brother Smithy is eating with us while she’s gone. Please send complete instructions for tortilla chicken soup.

 Much Love,

Mom and Dad. 

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.”

Letters from Mother-6

5 Jul

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Marrowstone Island, Washington

July 13, 1983

Dear ones,

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Well, now, I have been busy, and here it is Wednesday already. I invited one of the Packwood Crew over this morning, the name of Peg. She is an artist-might add a frustrated artist-because there is no place to paint in her R. V., and she also has her man around the house. She gave me some good pointers about painting, and I soaked it up like a sponge. Then, I practiced painting ducks for tomorrow’s class.

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Last week’s class was long and fast-moving, and I didn’t get to take notes. I think I was in an advanced class because they were advancing a lot faster than I was. My habits got in the way. My nap and the snacks. I’ve been eating, sleeping, thinking, and painting. Dad’s been entertained. We had two days of drizzle. The sun is out now, though.

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We’re going to Ray’s birthday party Saturday. We’ll fly down in the AM, maybe stay two days. Dave and Susan will meet us in San Francisco, and we will go on to Concord together. John will be with them. The girls are in Hawaii.

Oh, I was going to tell you not to spell fillet the way I did. I thought it would be like a palette. Is there an e at the end? I see many new words in reading about painting. 

We got a draft for the Datsun, $1689.00, and the draft goes from our bank here (People’s) to the Bank of California, becomes a check, and returns to our bank. Thanks be to the Lord and you for your prayers. Dad was so pleased. Too bad he can’t give credit to the Lord, where credit is due.

I went to church Sunday. Iona’s son looked charming in medium green slacks with a darker green coat pipe in the mid-green. The sermon was about Phillip and the eunuch. Did you know a eunuch can be one in authority? Most people thought they had never met one by the other definition. 

We have no final word on Judy’s coming to the party.

Lowell has a lady friend; her name is Helen. They went to Salton Sea together and spoke of going to Helen and Ray’s for the birthday party. This may turn out to be quite a party.

There’s not much to do this afternoon. I have a few dishes, and that’s about it. Got my hair washed and a bath this morning in six gallons of water.

Many of the people are leaving in the next few days now that the low tide is over. Glad you enjoyed the Wills family. 

We’re happy about your getting the nice car-I’m sure it will come in handy for all of you.

It’s time for the mailman-

Love you lots, Mother and Dad

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.”

Letters From Mother 4

21 Jun

My Take

DiVoran Lites

May 10, 1983

Dear Ones:

Well, one more trip to the Salton Sea, we got here at 9:15 this morning. We came a new route, partway past some fine homes and estates over toward the mountains. We saw the Mariposa in bloom and a few Lupines. I was kind of dull and tired. So, we didn’t talk much, and it seemed like a long trip.

After I got all settled in, I was so hungry I had to have a sandwich and convinced Dad to have half. I’ve got to see that he eats now and then (so he will feel better and be in a better mood). Dad was in a hurry to be fishing, not at home, while I was trying to do my weeks’ worth of housework from Sat morning to Tuesday morning.

When we got here, Ivan and Lowell went as quickly as they could to fish. I took a short nap, and it turned out to be from ten to twelve-thirty. Guess I was tired.

I’m still messing with the package I want to send you. Haven’t been home long enough to get it wrapped—that’s the hard part—for me anyway.

Thank you for asking us to come to Florida in the summer. I’d love to be there, but, that’s when we take most of our fishing trips. Getting there sounds like a lot just now, so we will perhaps see you this coming winter.

Too bad you couldn’t come to California with Bill on his business trip. We could have had a good and cool time while Dad was at sea. 

As for the recipe, we were considering Helen’s and remembered that she always used rutabagas. That one calls for some hamburger too, but you could use a soup bone or boiling meat. I always like it with some well-cooked beef and the beef broth in it. My mother used to throw in a handful of barley. The recipe calls for rice.

Scribe Tribe sounds like a good name for your writing group.  We surely had a lovely day at Empress Lily in Disney World Village, didn’t we? (Well, I got off track there) Just had a glass of lemonade and cookies with Lowell. 

Looks like our cat Patches will stay permanently with Lynn and Harold now

The painting is coming along. I’ll go tomorrow and probably will finish the trees. Bought another $20.00 in art supplies yesterday. Thank you for your thoughts on the cost and the pleasure of learning. Dad said he’s glad for me to do it and will be glad when I can sell some pictures. But I said don’t count on it. You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to sell a fish. 

Kathy has some other jobs coming up: one with the state to do with unemployment office work, one part-time, and one full-time, about an hour commute. The part-time will give her Kaiser medical coverage and unemployment. So now it is a matter of deciding which to do.

Love Mother,

P. S Dad took me to see the young fish in the sea and asked me to go fishing. (Some guys have been doing well with their wives along with fishing.) I’ll be glad when he feels happier inside. 

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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