Unity McFadden, I know your secret
When I was a little boy my mother told me that I had a great grandmother named Unity McFadden, a magic name. Unity had a hard life and faced tragedy many, many times. I wrote this about her. Unity McFadden, I know your secret. Illiterate Donegal peasant girl, raised on seaweed and potatoes. You survived the great famine and the coffin ship, but couldn’t escape your fate. Living in a squalid 1850s coal town, digging Pennsylvania dirt. Did your heart…