Eleanor Gray Rosinha
1935 – 1995
My Parents, Charlie and Eleanor Rosinha
He was very active in the community. A lot of it started with him with the volunteer fire department when I lost my finger. The ambulance that they took me to the hospital in, Francis Bullock was driving it, and the siren didn’t work right and my father’s like, “Whoa, the town just needs…” you know. I think he helped and got things going because he was a great fundraiser. He could get people to donate and help. He could sell anybody a raffle ticket, even somebody who never bought one. So he was always active that way.
And my mom, too. She helped out getting the lights put back up here, which was important to her because she grew up here, and she thought, especially since the Commons had theirs. We didn’t have any. I’m like “Mom, why is this such a big deal?” “Well we just need them. We should have them.”
Old Stone Church
My mom was raised in that church. My grandmother was actually a Methodist who belonged to the Methodist Church at the Commons and my grandfather, I guess, was a Home Baptist. So when they moved here when my mom was little, from Sakonnet Point as renters, they sent my mom to Old Stone Church. She was seven or eight-years-old. They didn’t go to church that much. My grandmother just didn’t, and my mother just kind of went with her friends and their parents. Then when we were born, as soon as you were in your big girl pants, you went to Mrs. Vanderburg’s class, Sunday school, every Sunday. We went to Sunday school and my parents went to church. My parents were baptized from that church. I was married, baptized, and buried my daughter, all from that church.
Based on an oral history interview with Karen Rosinha Daniels-Ambrifi.
First published in “Remembering Adamsville” by the Little Compton Historical Society, 2013.
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