Anna Redmond

Written by: Liz Walsh

Anna Redmond put her own death in the Irish Independent as a mischief - or maybe ‘a cry 
for help’.  She married into Mr. Webster’s hotel and worked there slave-like.  Her beautiful 
young face, her red hair streaming, cheekily curling, her laughter eyes sad - her husband, 
boyishly drinking all the profits. They said she suffered from her nerves!  They said no 
wonder Tommy drank the way he did!  They always referred to her as she – she was a bit 
wild, she didn’t fit in, he could have done better for himself – no wonder he hit her. Her red 
hair dulled in a mental hospital. Anna Redmond, full of promise, beautiful and lively had her 
youthful exuberance quelled by life’s circumstances.