I’ve told you that Mary Boland, my heroine in Shanty Gold, came to me in childhood dreams.
In fact, Mary Boland was the name of my great grandmother. I yearned to know more about her, but my quests both in Ireland and America failed to produce a picture. It was as though she had faded from the earth without leaving an image.
So, I made her up out of the damp, salty air of Ireland. She’s a true daughter of that beleaguered land. But she was beautiful. And smart. And strong. And fast.
I hope my great grandmother is pleased with what I’ve turned her into. Bet I’m close to what she was really like. Otherwise, why did she visit me so often as a child and tell me to write a book about her?