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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
Thoughts on a Snowy Day
When Jean called this morning I said, “Guess what I had for breakfast.” “What?” “I’ve eaten three of the Fannie May chocolates that Bill gave me for Valentine’s Day.” “Rose Mary! Chocolates at this time of day?” “Certainly!” Chocolate is suitable at any time — breakfast, morning break, lunch, mid-afternoon … Read More
Love Lessons From the Trenches, Part 2
People say, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!” Oh yes they will! We’re more than a conglomeration of bones and flesh; we are spiritual. Language is an inherent part of the very fabric of our being. In the eyes of others, we are … Read More
Love Lessons From the Trenches
Ah yes, we’re approaching that happy, sappy day devoted to love, love, love! Surely the economy benefits from the purchases of heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, bouquets, gifts of sexy lingerie, dinners at fancy restaurants, and pretty cards inscribed in gold. And then the love-dust is washed away with the next … Read More
Appless in Indianapolis, Part 3
Oh the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning what they say now Never saying what they mean And they while away the hours In their ivory towers Till they’re covered in flowers In the back of a black limousine La-de da da da da … Read More
Appless in Indianapolis, Part 2
To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! . . . So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! For many years I was self-appointed inspector of … Read More