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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
Little Old Ladies
Little old lady passing by Catching everybody’s eye . . . And a smile on your face You’re a perfect picture In your lavender and lace . . . — Hoagy Carmichael Oh my goodness! Imogene Jones — Imy to her friends — just turned 108! … Read More
We Gather Together
“We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing He chastens and hastens His will to make known. The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing. Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own” This hymn of protest dates from the 1600’s when the Dutch rebelled against Spain’s King Philip … Read More
Threshing Day at the Old Home Place
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves. We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Sowing … Read More
Blest Be The Tie
Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above . . . We share each other’s woes, Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear . . . he tombstones in the farm … Read More
A Golden Day
James Whitcomb Riley was dubbed “The Hoosier Poet.” The most popular writer of his era, he was far more than a rustic, homespun bumpkin who wrote in dialect. Riley’s poetry was part of my heritage, and Miss Dowell, our fourth-grade teacher, took us to visit his boyhood home in Greenfield. … Read More