Life
Maria Scholz is a daughter of Joseph Stonawski, who in 1861 bought the Castle Strebowitz, and his wife Marie Kosietz (Kosiec) from Bludowitz in Cieszyn Silesia. She used the first two syllables of her birth name, Stonawski, as her pseudonym Maria Stona.
Maria married in 1881, Dr. jur. Albert Scholz, a son of Alois Scholz (1821–1883) Director of the steel works of Witkowitz mining and metallurgical trade union in Moravia-Ostrava. The couple Maria and Albert Scholz lived seven years, from 1881 to 1888, in Chropyně in Moravia. In Chropin on 16 August 1882 the daughter Helen Zelezny-Scholz came to the world. She was a sculptor and as wedded Zelezny-Scholz she lived in Rome in Italy where she died in 1974.
The marriage to Albert Scholz lasted until 1899. Maria Stona most likely had a second marriage to the writer, editor and art critic Charles Erasmus Kleinert (1837–1933). In 1933, Maria Stona issued a tribute to his life: An Old Austrian - Charles Erasmus Kleinert. His life and his works were published by Adolf Drechsler, Opava in Moravia.
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