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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
State Fair Memories, Part 1
The Indiana State Fair brings back memories. When I was eight or nine years old my grownup brother, Earl, went to the State Fair with my parents and me. They made the mistake of going on Labor Day. The weather was sweltering, and the crowd set an attendance record. I … Read More
Get a Life! Part 2
Henry David Thoreau wrote in the chapter in Walden entitled “Where I lived and what I lived for,” “Our life is frittered away by detail . . . I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand . . . “ Montaigne, … Read More
Get a Life!
“The true harvest of my daily life is as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow that I have clutched.” Aren’t those lovely words? I have frequently said that Henry David Thoreau, the author of Walden, … Read More
Rites of Passage
“To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) . . . ” Bill and I have become great grandparents! The years have sped by so that I didn’t realize how old we’ve become. The birth of Adalyn Grey Millhouse, daughter of grandson Chris and his wife … Read More
From the Earth to the Stars, Part 3
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed . … Read More