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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
What’s For Dinner?
Each memory is like a paper flower stored up in a magician’s sleeve: Invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next. I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time, and like those paper flowers, once they’ve been let loose in the world, the memories are … Read More
Strawberries!
We ate according to the seasons when I was a girl. Airplanes didn’t whisk fresh fruit and vegetables to Indiana from more tropical climates such as Florida, California and Latin America. We Hoosiers could have fresh green beans, corn on the cob, cucumbers, and watermelon only in the summer. The … Read More
The Ties That Bind
Tenacity, thy name is Vicki! If I were to devise a coat of arms for my daughter, it would consist of an inquiring eye examining some musty, dusty, antique tome of old deeds or other genealogical esoterica and have a tilting tombstone for its background. Nothing stops a genealogical sleuth … Read More
The Ties That Bind
The day of my beloved sister Christine’s funeral, I was overwhelmed with grief and a sense of finality and loss that nothing could heal. Then came a total shift in the physical and emotional landscapes. Vicki had come down from Angola and wanted to do some genealogical sleuthing about my … Read More
Memories From the Attics of Our Minds
And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten . … Read More