Good as gold – Mae Leonard on Australian swimming legend Dawn Fraser
A dog shattered my Olympic dream. A couple of weeks before the national swimming championships as I cycled home from school, he knocked me off my bike. At Barringtonâs Hospital in Limerick the doctor squinted at the X-ray of my elbow, made doubtful noises and, taking no chances, plastered it. The 1956 Olympics would have to go ahead without the pleasure of my company. My mother smiled grimly, saying, âForget swimming now and concentrate on your studies for your Inter Cert.â My father was more sympathetic and he bought a newspaper every day so that I could follow the internat...