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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
In the Days of the Lost Sunshine 2017
Wasn’t it pleasant, O brother mine, In those old days of the lost sunshine Of youth When we went visiting, me and you, Out to old Aunt Mary’s? — James Whitcomb Riley—1849–1916 I wish that I were talented enough to produce something as evocative as Riley’s phrase, “in those old … Read More
It’s That Time of the Year Again!
Eric Cox, publisher of the “Knightstown Banner,” recently wrote essays about 4-H that set me to rummaging through the trunks in my mental attic where all of my experiences and snapshots of the past are stored. 4-H shaped my summers. In addition to developing some basic skills, we went on … Read More
I’m Still Learning to Live — July 2017
Drink deeply of this life, my friend. Don’t sip to make it last in fear of running out. The waiter keeps coming by, refilling our glasses. Drink deeply of who you are, the magnificent happening of you. Drain the glass. Take big swigs of this day, swish it around in … Read More
The Circle of Life
To me, life is not a straight line. It’s circular and wheels back upon itself. I’ll be peacefully going along . . . going along . . . going along on my customary path, pretty much living in today, when “Pop!” I’m catapulted into a synthesis of my distant past, … Read More
What Time Is It?
Morning is when I’m awake and there is a dawn in me . . . To be awake is to be alive . . . We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn. — Henry David Thoreau, … Read More