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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
Now, In Our Day: Part 4
Come gather ‘round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ Or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they … Read More
Now, In Our Day: Part 3
We were spending the weekend at my mother’s home in New Castle when one of Grandpa Kelly’s brothers and his son and daughter-in-law dropped in on their way from Tennessee to Frankfort. He was a fine looking, erect, white-haired old gentleman who was dressed in a natty suit. I knew … Read More
Now, In Our Day: Part 2
I’m returning to the differences between life today and the 1940’s and 1950’s when my nephew, John Jones, and I were young. One of the greatest changes has been in family life, and I don’t like it very much. However, from its very beginning, America has been a place of … Read More
Who Will Do The Work?
Oh Casey would waltz with a strawberry blond And the band played on . . . . His brain was so loaded, it nearly exploded . . . — A song from the 1890’s I don’t know which is worse: to stare at my computer screen’s tabula rasa (blank slate), … Read More
Now, In Our Day . . .
My nephew and I frequently say, “In our day . . .” when we compare today with yesteryear. Here’s one thing that’s different: We certainly had con artists who’d sell people bad real estate deals or fake fur coats. However, the art of the scam has reached a whole new … Read More