Autumn Trip


 It's that point in the summer season when the tomato plants are lookin' dried and droopy and there's something in the air that says winter's not so far away.  A little depressing.  Did I enjoy the summer enough?  We never got to the beach! 

But there's something I can look forward to:  My Trip to Roscoe in the Fall!!!

***If you've got grandparents or great grandparents who lived in Roscoe, see Pages on the left and click on Roscoe Names &Faces.***


Toronto, Niagara Falls, the Finger Lakes, Ithaca, Sidney, Unadilla, Cooperstown, Hartwick College, Oneonta, Liberty, Hurleyville and Roscoe….. here I come!!


Going off to War

Charles B Williams, Roscoe NY

Unknown friends, probably from Roscoe NY


Dick Winkler from Roscoe NY
Shortly after graduating from Roscoe H.S., my dad and his friends signed up to fight in the second World War.  An interesting story, and one that says a lot about my father's idyllic yet sheltered childhood, is when the newly enlisted Marines from Roscoe went to Washington D.C., proudly dressed in their uniforms, one hotel would not allow my father, a black man, to have a room there.  As my father told it, his friends angrily turned and walked out of that hotel, refusing to stay there without him.  That incident was probably the first time any of those boys had ever witnessed, and in my father's case, experienced racism.  Ironically, because of the segregated military system, my father became a member of the U.S. Colored Troops.  He fought on the island of Guam in the Pacific and spoke very little of his time in the war.

Possibly the son of Mr. & Mrs. Marks,
Roscoe NY




Marton Miller,
Roscoe, NY 




Helen Jones & the Rogers Clan


 Both of my father's grandparents were born in Unadilla NY.   About his grandfather after whom he was named, my dad would say, with touch of admiration: In Roscoe, he was known as Good-time Charley.  I guess opposites attract because Helen Rogers Jones was anything but outgoing.  My father told us that his grandmother was a very shy woman; that she never went "to town", even though in photos of Roscoe you can see that Main Street was directly beyond the RR tracks from their house! When I asked How did she go to the grocery store?! my father said either he'd go pick up the groceries or she'd have them delivered.


     The only identified photos of Helen are the tiny one above which shows her with her sister Lovina and the one of a woman sitting outside. In neither photo does she  look at the camera.  Obviously she might have hated having her picture taken.  Yet based on the many photos addressed Dear Aunt Helen and the letters written to her, I think she was a favorite aunt and sister. And I know to my father, she was a favorite grandmother.

Mary Rogers
Helen's mother, Mary Rogers was born in 1838 in Madison NY (at least that's what she told the 1865 census taker).  In 1865 Mary is living with her husband Loren and 3 small children in Norwich NY.  Her name is barely legible on the census form.  It looks like Malina. In the identified photo her right hand appears to be deformed. Despite that, and despite probably being illiterate at the time,  Mary managed to write her own name on the census form. I'll bet she insisted on it!  I admire this photo so much because despite the fact that she was born about 25 years before the Civil War,  raised 8 children, worked hard and was partially disabled and illiterate, at an advanced age she sat proudly in a photography studio to have her picture taken. 

I have NO photos of Mary's husband/Helen's father: Loren Rogers, a marble polisher born in 1825 in Chenango NY.  He is listed as mulatto in the 1880 census. A surprise to me. As I was curious about his roots, I came across a book online: The History of Otsego County NY 1740 - 1878 published in 1878 about the early settlers who came from New England to what was then called "the western wilds of New York State" including one Samuel Rogers who settled in this locality (Unadilla) and raised a  large and respectable family.  The Rogers family included sons and grandsons named Gustavus, Sherman, Charles and Jabez. Could my gr. gr. grandfather have been related to the respectable white Rogers family that helped settle Unadilla?   Ya never know!


The family Loren and Mary Rogers raised  in Norwich NY appears to have been close-knit and well established. I have a letter written to Helen from her sister Lovina who had moved to Arizona with her husband Walton Lewis for health reasons. In the letter they discuss how they are continuing to chip in $$ to pay funeral costs for a brother and their father who had died.



Helen's nephew
Charley West (back row rt.)

In later years, the Rogers family was particularly proud of Helen's sister Hannah's son, Charley West who appears to have gone to college. On the back of photo is written Cooper '13.  I've searched and searched for the school that the photo refers to.    This one of my favorite photographs.  Man, was he good-lookin'!

Hannah Rogers West











People of Conscience?



Admittedly, my knowledge of African-American history had not increased much since the late 60s when my high school history teacher, Mr. Klein gave a mini-lecture for this new thing called Black History Day. I remember his words felt scripted, his tone overblown and condescending:  And so, boys and girls, George, Washington, Carver… invented peanut butter!  Isn't that great?  He kept smiling at me, the only black kid in the class (we weren't colored anymore), and I remember slouching way down in my seat and giving him my best sullen glare.

So, as I continue researching my family's history, I'm learning a lot about African-American history in general.  I've read about entire communities of freed men and women in upstate NY in the 1800s, I learned that the Underground RR was very extensive, with safe havens existing in places like Xenia,Ohio; Unadilla NY, Redwing, Minnesota and in the western states. And I've read about the abolitionist movement which was a world-wide effort that began long before the Civil War. There was the World Anti-Slavery Society which held its convention in London in1840 with delegates from the American Anti-Slavery Society in attendance, there were Quakers and Suffragettes working to end slavery and there were regular  people who, though not in any way political or radical, were people of conscience, including all the average folks who provided safe havens for black people heading toward freedom.  

All this to say, there were many white people, probably good church-goin' folks, who took risks and helped resettle new arrivals from the south, helped them get jobs, schooling and start families.  People who treated fellow human beings with dignity, respect and in some obvious cases, great affection. 

So when I look at those vintage European American faces in my collection, especially those with handwritten messages on the back, I wonder if I'm seeing the face of people of conscience.

I'm a Freedman Descendant!


I don't have a foreign accent, yet I am often asked where I am from. Because of my face, with its ambiguous ethnicity, people often assume I'm from some other country, or at least one generation away from Ellis Island or South-of-the-Border, when actually my ancestors have been in America for many generations; some, like Libbie Jones' family, were here long before the Mayflower!

Gr. gr. grandmother 
Libbie Jones: according
to family stories, she was
from an Indian reservation
near the Canadian border.













So when I think about going back to the old country, it's not to Italy or Nigeria or even Germany (where the most recent immigrant, my mother's grandmother, was from.)
Emma Keifer, from Germany






Since I started this geneological journey, the three places I've planned to visit were:  Chicago, Illinois,  Henderson, N. Carolina and upstate New York.    And the plan for the Summer of 2016 was to check out cemeteries, historical societies and courthouses in places like Unadilla and Norwich. And of course dear old Roscoe.


Well, a funny thing happened in January of this year.  I was trying to find information about my gr. gr. grandfather - the guy with the Civil War badge in the photo that has been in my family forever.

So I Googled Samuel Jones and up popped a photo of hia gravestone!!   It was part of an article in the December 2015 issue of the USCT Civil War Digest, out of Hartwick College in Oneonta NY.  And the entire article about him!!   And that's how I discovered the USCT (United States Colored Troops Institute)/American Society of Freedmen Descendants. I contacted the director of the institute, we stayed in touch, sharing photos and information about Samuel Jones; he sent me back issues of the magazine and I learned tons of information about the Underground RR and upstate NY's role in the abolitionist movement.  I was inducted into the Society of Freedmen Descendants and invited to attend the institute's October conference!

So… instead of a summer trip to NY, we 're going on my "roots road trip" in the!!   I'm super excited.  Got my Power Point presentation ready.  Gonna share my photo collection.  Going to Niagara Falls (never been), then rent a car and head south east to the Finger Lakes (never been), then to Roscoe where I'm going to meet with a local historian with the Sullivan County Historical Society, then to Oneonta for the conference.

I am super excited!!!!

Growing Up in Roscoe, New York

This cute little boy is my father, Charles Barry Williams.
He was born 1924 in New York City but spent his school years living with his grandparents Charles & Helen Jones in Roscoe NY.  They lived in a 2-story shingled house on Railroad Avenue.




            Among Catskills area high school football teams, he was known as "that fast colored guy from Roscoe".
Roscoe HS 1941

Written on back by Charlie Williams:  Standing l-r: Alex DiNick, Ashley Stadel, Fred Bennett, Bob Bullin, Jim Bleakley, Me, Dub McGraw, Dick Read, Jerry Jones, Fred Shutts, Coach Wilbur.  Kneeling l-r: Carlton Knickerbocker (Nick), Charles Barnes, Wilmer Sipple (Sipp), Ralph "Jiggs" Charlon, Leonard Dauch (Ikey)

Roscoe Central High School
Class of 1943