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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
Summertime
“Summertime and the livin’ is easy . . . “ — Gershwin, “Porgy & Bess” Ah, the delights of an Indiana summer! I know what Hoosiers will be eating for dinner: roasting ears slathered with butter, sliced tomatoes and green beans simmered with onion and a little bacon — what … Read More
The Picnic Basket
Our wonderful mind stores everything that we’ve ever experienced in its “attic” that’s piled with dusty trunks, battered boxes and memories stacked up like yellowing magazines—both complex and simple, happy and sad. Marcel Proust, the author of In Search of Lost Time, understood how seemingly inconsequential events and objects suddenly … Read More
Piggyback Memories
I have many ideas for columns, but none of them ring my writing chime today. Sometimes I have “unstructured” moods when I feel restless, stale and unfocused. Perhaps you do, also. Fortunately, it doesn’t last. Meanwhile, what to do . . . what to do? I have a deadline to … Read More
The Romance of Trains
All day the fire-steed flies over the country, stopping only that his master may rest, and I am awakened by his tramp and defiant snort at midnight, when in some remote glen in the woods he fronts the elements encased in ice and snow; and he will reach his stall … Read More
July 4, 2014
Eek! Surely it was Christmas just a couple of months ago, and now it’s nearly the Fourth of July. We ‘re surrounded by material things — both natural and manmade — whose height, breadth and depth we can measure. However, we also exist within the framework of time. Oh, we … Read More