Maud gonne biography for kids

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The Autobiography of Maud Gonne: A Servant of the Queen

November 4, 2010

This is the autobiography of the woman sometimes called "Ireland's Joan of Arc". Maud Gonne (1866-1953) was not only an Irish Rebel from the days of Ireland's War of Independence and Civil War and a social activist throughout her life, but she was a non-conformist feminist to rival any feminist of modern times. On top of that, she was W.B. Yeat's muse who inspired much of his poetry and turned down all of his many proposals of marriage. I really like her statement that "history will thank me" for not marrying him. She believed his unhappiness over her refusals was one of the things that fueled is writing, thus we have Yeat's poetry and are thankful for it! She also rationalized that, since writing made him happy, his happiness came from his unhappiness! I love that logic.

Due to the sensibilities of the time Maude had to gloss over a few things in her life, such as her long time love affair with the French jou

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Maud Gonne facts for kids

Quick facts for kids Maud Gonne

Born	Edith Maud Gonne (1866-12-21)21 December 1866 Tongham, England
Died	27 April 1953(1953-04-27) (aged 86) Clonskeagh, Ireland
Occupation	Activist
Spouse(s)	John MacBride
Children	Georges Silvère (1890–1891) Iseult Gonne Seán MacBride
Parents	Thomas Gonne (father) Edith Frith Gonne (née Cook) (mother)

Maud Gonne MacBride (Irish: Maud Nic Ghoinn Bean Mhic Giolla Bhríghde; 21 December 1866 – 27 April 1953) was an English-born Irish republican revolutionary, suffragette and actress. Of Anglo-Irish descent, she was won over to Irish nationalism by the plight of people evicted in the Land Wars. She actively agitated for Home Rule and then for the republic declared in 1916. During the 1930s, as a founding member of the Social Credit Party, she promoted the distributive programme of C. H. Douglas. Gonne was well known for being the muse and long-time love interest of Irish po

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The Fascination of What's Difficult

. . . . In 1892 she traveled to Portland Prison, the grim prison on an island off the coast of Dorset, England. The prisoners quarried stones to build the Portland breakwater. The stone vägg had been built to protect the massive buildings against the implacable forces of wind and tide. In this bleak outpost, the Irishmen were allowed one twenty-minute visit every four months. Since the prisoners’ families lived far away and had little or no income without their dock, there were no visits. Many had seen no one from outside the Portland Prison since their incarceration a decade earlier.

“It was exactly like the cage of wild animals at the zoo,” she wrote in her memoir. Like the evicted families in Donegal, these dock admired their beautiful, empathetic visitor. She gave them hope, predicting when each would be released and in what order. For some, like Dr. Thomas Gallagher, arrested in 1883, it was too late. He had gone insane