Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

Living Simply or Simply Living?

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling … Read More

Living Unsimply

My chum, John Board, wrote, “I have found that the easiest way to get rid of stuff is to move, not a garage sale.  When we moved two years ago, thinking stopped; emotions were quenched; and loads and loads of stuff went either to our sons, The Good Samaritan, or … Read More

Memories For Sale

I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and I threw them out the window in disgust. How else could I have a furnished house? I … Read More

Memories For Sale

“Our life is frittered away by detail . . . Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand . . . Simplify, simplify, simplify!” — Henry David Thoreau, Walden Bill and I are packrats who follow our mothers’ … Read More

Two Small-Town Girls are Surprised by Life in the City

In memory of Wilbur and Lois Frazier and Earl and Ruth Gard “Every man beareth within himself the entire human condition.” —Michel de Montaigne During Wanda’s and my growing-up years in Knightstown there was a code of civility and kindness that insulated us from the outside world. Being in and … Read More