Immortalised by WB Yeats, childhood home of Countess Markievicz, Lissadell is the crucible of Ireland’s historic, literary & garden heritage. Pix by PC
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Remembering Richard Grogan RIP, who spent the last days of his life helping the homeless.
Richard is photographed last Thursday at the Capuchin Day Centre.
On this day 92 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
died.
Poet, artist, patriot, suffragist, she risked her life for Ireland's freedom.
300,000 people followed her coffin along the streets of Dublin, to Galsnevin cemetery
Born on this day in 1868, Constance Gore-Booth, Countess Markievicz of Lissadell.
Risked her life for Ireland's freedom. First woman elected to Westminster Parliament. Minister for Labour in the first Dail. Some woman for one woman.
On this day 99 years ago, in the General Election of December 1918,
#CountessMarkievicz
was the first woman elected to the Westminster Parliament. With her sister
#EvaGoreBooth
, she had fought for women's suffrage. She also fought for Ireland's freedom in the 1916 Rising
On this day 150 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
, born Constance Georgine Gore-Booth of Lissadell, Sligo, Ireland, was born. She later fought for women's suffrage, risked her life for Ireland's freedom, and - 100 years ago - became the first woman elected to Westminster Parliament
On this day 102 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
was elected to the Westminster Parliament (from Holloway prison), the first ever woman MP. She declined to take her seat in England, and became Minister for Labour in Ireland's First Dáil, having fought for Ireland's freedom in 1916.
Remembering our beloved grandfather Liam Walsh, who died last night.
.. the fever of life is over, and our work is done .. in his mercy may he give us a safe lodging and a holy rest and peace at the last
Remembering our beloved grandmother, Catherine Walsh, who died on Friday night.
Grateful thanks to the staff at the Mater Hospital for their many kindnesses.
On this day 96 years ago Countess Markievicz died. The poor of Dublin honoured her kindness to them - 300,000 attended her funeral procession from the Pillar Room at the Rotunda to the Republican Plot at Glasnevin.
We honour her.
On this day 94 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
died in a public ward in Sir Patrick Dun's hospital in Dublin. Poet, artist, rebel and suffragist, she also devoted herself to the poor of Dublin, who honoured her compassion, as 300,000 people attended her funeral procession.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead
James Joyce
The Dead
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
James Joyce
Born on this day 153 years ago, Constance Gore-Booth
#CountessMarkievicz
risked her life for Ireland's freedom, became the first woman elected to Westminster, the First Dáil Éireann and the first woman Minister in a western European democracy
Her childhood home was Lissadell.
In July 1927 Countess Markievicz died, aged 59. As well as her rebel activities, she had devoted herself to the poor of Dublin, working in the soup kitchen in Liberty Hall during the 1913 Lockout with Connolly.
Three hundred thousand people attended her funeral
Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is
Mad as the mist and snow.
#WBYeats
On this day 93 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
died in a public ward in Sir Patrick Dun's hospital in Dublin, aged 59. She had risked her life for Ireland's freedom in the 1916 Rising. 300,000 people attended her funeral.
#WildAtlanticWay
In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow
And keep eternal spring-time on thy face
#ShakespeareSunday
Titus Andronicus, Act iii, Scene i
#WildAtlanticWay
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness
Ben Bulben, Sligo, Ireland's North West
#JohnKeats
#WildAtlanticWay
On this day 79 years ago, William Butler Yeats died in the Hôtel Idéal Séjour, Menton, France. His epitaph:
Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death.
Horseman, pass by!
#WBYeats
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands
And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
#Yeats
Fascinating and historic find at Lissadell by the Ladies' Walk, as we were transplanting primulas this morning:
A perfume bottle made by Parfumerie du Soleil Mecnarowski & Co. Probably owned by
#CountessMarkievicz
, or given by her as a gift to her mother or sister-in-law.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk
.. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
#PoetryDayIrl
On this day 91 years ago
#CountessMarkievicz
died in a public ward in Sir Patrick Dun's hospital in Dublin. She was 59. She fought for Ireland's freedom, and became the first woman elected to Westminster Parliament
#CountessMarkievicz
to the women of Ireland (1909)
Take up your responsibilities and be prepared to go
your own way, depending for safety on
your own courage,
your own truth,
your own common sense,
and not on the problematic chivalry of the men you may meet on the way.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Robert Frost
#WinterWonderland
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed
#WBYeats
#StormHannah
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow
#Yeats
In 1909
#CountessMarkievicz
urged women to
"take up your responsibilities and be prepared to go your own way, depending for safety on your own courage, your own truth and your own common sense, and not on the problematic chivalry of the men you may meet on the way".