MINE!

"You are on my land, sir."

"I answered him instantly and in a way wholly unexpected to myself, 'You are breathing my air, sir."

David Grayson/Ray Stanard Baker
Great Possessions
Doubleday, Doran, and Company, Inc  1936
p. 78


Sorry. This little neighbor, trespassing spat makes me smile. I see a younger me screaming, "Mom, Paul's in my room!"

"Shut up," he might well have said, "you're breathing my air."

David Grayson, exchanged the hectic life of the city for a hard but satisfying life in the country. He offered such wisdom, fun, and relaxing gentleness. Grayson and his books were a great find . . . until . . .  

I discovered that David Grayson wasn't real. I was reading novels.  

But a little research revealed that David/Ray wrote from his heart. Even his biographer would say that David Grayson and Ray Stanard Baker morphed into one.

I wrote a children's story a long time ago, about a shy boy named Jacob. Though I wasn't intending to do so, "I" was Jacob. Writing classes often tell us to write what we know. Hmm. I guess we do.

EverGrowing,
Lonnie