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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
Lights Out!
Eek! We were watching television the Friday night of a big storm a few weeks ago when we heard a loud “Pop!” The lights went out, and we moaned, “Oh no, not again!” Bill fetched our battery powered camp lantern. He also brought forth a little radio and a small, … Read More
The Best and the Worst Restaurants and Hotels
We’ve had delectable meals in New Orleans, and we “discovered” a wonderful, cozy little restaurant near Notre-Dame in Paris. Good food doesn’t have to be expensive. Street vendors cook yummy crepes on the Left Bank of Paris. At an oceanside restaurant on Elba, two waiters filleted sea bass tableside while … Read More
I’m Thankful Every Day
Eek! Thanksgiving is upon us with Christmas close behind. Help! I’m not ready. Where has the year gone? We rush through and gobble up the days as if we have an infinite supply. I haven’t written a Thanksgiving column. What to do? Aren’t computers wonderful? I found an old column … Read More
It Was the Best of Times — A Golden Day
Sometimes I stare glumly at the tabula rasa — blank slate—of my computer screen with an equally blank mind. “There’s nothing I’m in the mood to write about! I’ve gone stale, dull . . . No one will want to read this stuff . . . What, what, what? . … Read More
Connecting the Dots — The Best of Times, the Worst of Times
They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here— Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin’ birds and buzzin’ of the bees; But the air’s so apetizen’ and the landscape through … Read More