{"id":48,"date":"2011-06-06T22:59:22","date_gmt":"2011-06-06T22:59:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/?page_id=48"},"modified":"2011-06-06T23:12:55","modified_gmt":"2011-06-06T23:12:55","slug":"about-the-author","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/?page_id=48","title":{"rendered":"About The Author"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Elaine<\/a>

Elaine H. Leone<\/p><\/div>\n

It was my father, so long ago, who introduced my tender ears to the rhythm and sound of rhyme and, throughout my eighty years, they have provided my lullaby.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t recite Mother Goose but, rather, Omar Khayyam and the sonnets and, often, Robert Service\u2019s rollicking, ribald tales of\u00a0 the Yukon.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Nobody who knew us seemed\u00a0 to think it strange to hear a little girl walking around reciting\u00a0 \u201cThe Cremation of Sam McGee\u201d or \u201cThe Shooting of Dan McGrew\u201d.\u00a0 Sometimes my father would deliberately misquote the author to see if I were listening, I suppose, at which point I would draw\u00a0 up to my full height (I\u2019m told),\u00a0 and point at him with an accusatory, \u201cNO!\u201d\u00a0 He got quite a kick out of that, I later heard.
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\nIt seemed natural to me to begin putting pen to paper and, being accustomed to rhythm and rhyme, my own verses came to life, starting when I was eight or ten years old.
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\nNow, through \u201cThe Grandies\u201d, I\u2019m hoping other children will begin to enjoy putting pen to paper.\u00a0 There is the IDEA that suddenly takes wing\u2014the combination of words that nobody else has put together that warms the writer\u2019s heart.\u00a0 It may not always work out, but the PROCESS is divine.\u00a0 I would be honored to read anything written by a child.
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\nSongspinners, all of us,
\nDa, da, da, dum
\nFollowing heartbeats
\nAs the words hum
\nChuckling out loud
\nWhen the sweet lines link
\nDropping our tears
\nIn the sweet, sad ink
\nHappy composers
\nWhen the words come
\nSongspinners, all of us,
\nDa, da, da, dum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It was my father, so long ago, who introduced my tender ears to the rhythm and sound of rhyme and, throughout my eighty years, they have provided my lullaby.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t recite Mother Goose but, rather, Omar Khayyam and the sonnets and, often, Robert Service\u2019s rollicking, ribald tales of\u00a0 the Yukon.\u00a0 Nobody who knew us […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-48","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/48","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=48"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/48\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":58,"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/48\/revisions\/58"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegrandies.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=48"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}