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Author Biography
Rose Mary Clarke writes a weekly column about life experiences.
Rose Mary Clarke started writing columns for the Knightstown Banner when she was in high school. A graduate of Knightstown High School, Ball State and Indiana University, she taught French at Franklin Central High School and Howe High School. Her husband, daughter Victoria and she lived in Irvington for many years. She and Bill currently live in Warren Park.
She was a Realtor for over twenty years and returned to writing columns about twelve years ago. Her weekly column that also appears in the Weekly View is about life experiences — travel, nature, the arts and the funny/sad events of the past. She is an avid reader and enjoys writing, cooking and eating good food.
She has published a book of some of her columns that is called Ramblings: A Stroll Down Memory Lane with Henry David Thoreau.
Rose Mary Clarke passed away October 26, 2017.
Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive
A Tale of Four Families
You’ve got to be taught To hate and fear . . . It’s got to be drummed In your dear little ear, You’ve got to be carefully taught. You’ve got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made And people whose skin is a diff’rent … Read More
What’s in Your Cupboard
What’s in your cupboard? Last week I wrote that my mother canned Pickle Lily. Ann sent an e-mail: “What’s Pickle Lily?” I went to the Internet to double-check the recipe by entering “Pickle Lily” and turned up only three recipes. “You take the buds of lily blossoms and . . … Read More
How Does Your Garden Grow?
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree” 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 … Read More
In the Days of the Lost Sunshine 2017, Part 3
Ah, the trips through those times of innocence in our youth. . . You and I were fortunate to have grown up in a small Midwestern town during the time we did. We could roam the streets at any time of day or night without worry of harm, unlike the … Read More
In the Days of the Lost Sunshine 2017. Part 2
The jelly, the jam, and the marmalade, And the cherry and quince “preserves” she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in ‘em and all things rare!— And the more we ate was the more to spare Out to Old Aunt Mary’s! My great-aunt Laura, one … Read More