Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

New Leaves Amidst the Old, Part 2

Although I sometimes write about the golden days of youth, here in the wintertime of my years, I am no Pollyanna who sees the world through rose-tinted glasses. The warm fuzzies of nostalgia can do only so much to warm my spirit and plaster over the reality that makes me … Read More

New Leaves Amidst the Old

Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth In our hearts we remember them all else above Golden days, days of youth and love How we laughed with the joy that only love can bring Looking back through memory’s eyes … Read More

Warning!

Oh dear! I intended to write about schoolyard games, but a memory sidetracked me. This may appear to be all about poor little Rose Mary, but I hope that people think about its message. As Charles Dickens wrote in A Tale of Two Cities, my years in the 1876 Knightstown … Read More

My Memories are Golden!

“Down in the valley where the green grass grows, There sits Wanda, sweet as a rose. Along comes ———— and kisses her on the cheek. How many kisses will she get this week? One . . . two . . . three. . .four . . . ” My Knightstown … Read More

The Games People Play, Part 2

I woke up with a case of the literary doldrums. I even got out my file of quips and insightful sayings by people that I’ve saved for an emergency. I reread last week’s column before e-mailing it and thought, “I hope that people aren’t bored with this recitation of various … Read More