Rose Mary Clarke’s Story Archive

All That Glitters is Not Gold

The “Gilded Age” of the 1890’s was an era of rapacious greed and obscene affluence. I see similarities with today when money — whether gained legally or illegally — is the primary focus for some people. Super-rich New Yorkers who built summer “cottages” in Newport, Rhode Island, make today’s rich … Read More

Lives That I Shall Never Live

Books give us entrée into the lives of others. I wouldn’t want to live like Anne la Bastille, the author of Woodswoman, who lived all alone in an isolated, tiny log cabin in the Adirondacks without electricity or modern plumbing. She had to haul water from the lake and chop … Read More

Sunrise . . . Sunset

Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly fly the years One season following another Laden with happiness and tears — Bock & Harnick, “Fiddler on the Roof” Sun Diary: This morning is one of those rare days when I stand midway between the Alpha and Omega — the beginning and the end … Read More

Hooked!

Bill sometimes finds that a column is too melancholy. (Poor Bill! When we run into people whom he hasn’t met they say, “No need to introduce Bill. We already know him from your columns!”) Mel Tormé, nicknamed “the velvet fog,” wrote “The Christmas Song” about chestnuts roasting on an open … Read More

Trying to Last Through the Night

My candle burns at both ends— It will not last the night. But ah my foes and oh my friends, It gives a lovely light. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, “First Fig” 1922 Pulitzer Prize winner Edna St. Vincent Millay was one of the most popular poets of her generation. … Read More