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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
Warning! Warning! Warning!
Even if you don’t use a computer, this also applies to the telephone. My Amazon Kindle froze. I typed “Kindle Support” in my browser to find the telephone number instead of entering “Amazon.com” after the “www etc. I told the friendly young man that I was an old lady who … Read More
Life at the Intersection of Luck and Love
Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly flow the days Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers Blossoming even as they gaze Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly fly the years One season following another Laden with happiness and tears — “Sunrise, Sunset” from Fiddler on the Roof, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick As I begin … Read More
Life in the Trenches: Who Will be in Charge?
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Dylan Thomas “Of course I’m happy here. If you make your mind up to be happy, you will be happy.” Helen Ernstes after selling her Irvington home and … Read More
Life in the Trenches: Home Sweet Home
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek thru’ the world, is ne’er met elsewhere. The robin in its nest, the fox in its den, the wren in … Read More
Life in the Trenches: Living on the Cusp
My mother said, “When I sit real still so that my arthritis doesn’t hurt, I don’t feel as if I’m over 80 years old. I feel like I’m — oh — 32 or so.” I understand that now. Sometimes there’s a disconnect between the being we are at the core … Read More