Welcome
Adam and his Mommy, spring, 1982
Why “Fryed Marbles?”
When I was a little girl, my best friend, Michael, showed me how to fry glass marbles in a pan over a hot stove. We watched in fascination as the glass spheres knocked and wriggled with the heat as they cooked. We also heard the sizzle and snap of breaking shards of glass as most of the marbles broke into tiny little useless pieces. The few that survived remained intact but shattered inside. Their flaws made them even more beautiful than before, fragile yet tempered at the same time – almost like the old saying, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Michael gave me two of these marbles, one white and one blue. As if they were rare jewels, he mounted one of them with glue on a silvery chain that I have to this day.
Adam and his big sister were cherished, loved, precious and irreplaceable. This website was created to celebrate the life and mourn the passing of a special child, Adam Benjamin Clark, and to explain what happened to him, his sister and I after a killer - Harley Spencer – wormed his way into our trust and lives.