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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
There’s No Friend Like an Old Friend!
John Board called recently. “I wanted to make sure that you’re OK after not receiving answers to e-mails.” “I’m fine, but I didn’t get your e-mails. I’ll check my computer to see what’s wrong.” How heartwarming it was that John called. He was my closest friend at Ball State. Both … Read More
Hair Stories
The woes of hair — or lack thereof — are shared by many. I was blessed — cursed? — with naturally curly hair that Vicki inherited. However, she has a section in the front that’s straight. She mentioned that she might get a little perm in that one section. I … Read More
In Memoriam
The trunk in my mental attic has many memories of Memorial Day. It was commonly called Decoration Day because people put flowers on the graves of the deceased. It was a big deal to my elders’ generation. Mother and our dear neighbor, Gertrude Scovell, worried that their pineys (peonies) and … Read More
Gifts From My Mother
he month of May, especially, forms colorful threads in the warp and woof of the fabric that’s woven on my life’s loom. The blooming of the bloodroot started from one that Mother transplanted to her wildflower garden 65 years ago, Mother’s Day, the return of the wrens for which she … Read More