Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

The Games People Play

Phil King, a fine Irvington carpenter/handyman whom we found through an ad in this paper, asked where he could buy a board like ours for the marble game “Aggravation.” (Various stores and Amazon sell them.) Oh my goodness! This set Bill and me to remembering . . . My brother-in-law, … Read More

Stories From the Sweet Life

I will arise and go now to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping … Read More

Children of Joy

Certain people share common traits: a cheerful demeanor, courage and unshakeable faith — no matter what. They make me want to be a better person. My skinflint grandfather — himself a teacher — made my mother quit school and support herself after eight grade. Mother envisioned Heaven as a place … Read More

Summertime, Part 3

“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy, Fish are jumpin’ . . . ” — Gershwin, “Porgy and Bess” Our son-in-law, Tom, is an avid fisherman. Last October his dream of owning a house on a significant body of water was realized when he and Vicki bought a home on Lake … Read More

Summertime, Part 2

One thing leads to another and takes me into unforeseen byways. I am you, and you are me. We build on each other’s memories, and common experiences such as the enjoyment of food make us feel more connected. I feel less lonely when readers communicate about how my experiences resonate … Read More