William Henry Roll

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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. --Laurence Binyon,"Ode of Remembrance"

I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the string that binds them is mine own. --Michel Eyquem de Montaigne

Documenting your family history is a lifelong pursuit, a task of pleasure and research that is never completely finished.

Not to know one's ancestors, is to be a tree without roots, a stream without a source. --Kung-fut-se

The wind whispers through the trees, recalling words and dreams and memories of those who left us long ago. --Unknown

St. Basil of Caesarea, born about 330 A.D., said, "A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love."


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Charles T. Roll
Professor at Indiana State University and Genealogist

Spouse(s): Opal Sylvia McShane
Family tree: Charles T. Roll 1883-1982


When Charles T. Roll was born on August 8, 1883, in Vigo County, Indiana, his father, John, was 36 and his mother, Mary, was 27. He had one son and one daughter with Opal Sylvia McShane between 1913 and 1917. He died on January 7, 1982, in Terre Haute, Indiana, at the age of 98, and was buried there.

The Chimes
by Charles T. Roll

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The chimes at Indiana State University

I stood near Maxwell Hall. All around was strange. I felt myself a stranger in a strange land. I wondered after all if there was really such a thing as college spirit and whether it would ever descend upon me. Suddenly, the chimes pealed forth in the old college tune, "Good Night. Ladies." My heart leaped up and as the tones of the last verse died away in the distance, I almost shouted, "Dear old Indiana! I do love you."

I walked through the campus. Not long since, I had overheard two Germans talking of their far away Fatherland. They longed for the time when they might go back to their native country. Their souls seemed full of love for the home of their fathers. I wondered whether I had such a deep, abiding, patriotic feeling for my country as those two Germans. I feared not. Then, the chimes burst into that beautiful tune, "My Country, 'Tis of Thee." The words went through my mind as the tune was played. When the last strains died away I said, "Yes, 'I love thy rocks and rills. Thy woods and templed hills,' just as much as the German loves the Rhine, just as much as the German loves the hills and valleys and forests of his country."

I sat in my room. I was sad. I was thinking of my friends at home, of our old times, of our toils and troubles and simple pleasures. If I could only hear some old song that we used to sing together in church, I thought, how much good it would do me. Then, in the distance, the chimes began the old familiar tune, "Rock of Ages." I settled back in my chair and listened. When the sound ceased, I felt as if I had once more visited my friends in the old meeting house. Pleasant memories were awakened and a feeling of joy and satisfaction came over me.

Charles Roll, ’09.

Source: Arbutus 1907 (Yearbook of Indiana State University). Pages missing or no publication information, p. 240.

An interview with Dr. Charles Roll

 Hazledine, Jane C. An interview with Dr. Charles Roll, April 4 and 10, 1980, co-sponsored by the Vigo County Public Library and the Wabash Valley Press Club. Terre Haute, Ind.: Vigo County Public Library, 1980.