When I was in 3rd grade, I read a biography of Molly Pitcher. I checked the book out of my elementary school library so often, that my parents finally bought me my own copy which I read until the pages were worn and I had committed it to memory.
What was it about Molly Pitcher that appealed to me, I wonder. I treasured other literary heroines--Nancy Drew, Sheherazade and Dulcinea--all creative, imaginative, intelligent young women whose bravery saved their friends and families. But Molly Pitcher had a special place in my heart and any time that I needed a name, whether for a pet or an imaginary friend--her name was Molly. In 1989, I was lucky enough to need a name for a daughter. She's off at college now--creative, imaginative, and intelligent--and today I am missing her.