Dennis McWilliams, Arleen McWilliams Transou, Lea Ann McWilliams Liedtke, Scott McWilliams, and “Bubbles” (Mary Catherine) McWilliams.
By: Arlene McWilliams Transou
Lloyd C.McWilliams married Mary Catherine Richards November 30th of 1956, there are 4 children from this union, Dennis, Lea, myself, and Scott, while all except myself still live within a 2 mile radius, I’m the only one thats relocated to Wooster, Ohio, Dad bought a piece of the old Schaar farm, he and Mom lived upstairs in the old house, while Dad’s parents, the late Raymond and Lillie V along with Dads 2 youngest sisters, Bonnie (Zavasky) and Nancy (Kohler),lived in the downstairs, in the meantime, Dad and probably alot of others were building the basement home that was at the end of the property, when it was complete, Dad and company moved there, Grandpa passed, Aunt Bonnie married, my Aunt Nancy bought a house on the southside of New Phila, she and Grandma moved there, then the larger house was ours to move into, I remember the new carpet being put in, along with the new furniture, my brothers each had a bedroom, while my sister and I shared, we never had more than enough, and that was fine by all, Dad and Mom were a great team, and the 4 of us were extremely blessed to have them as parents! There are memories of our house/property that many, many, MANY Goshenites share with us, using the the basement home turned into a local hang-out, sled riding in the winter, football in the field behind the long closed Goshen School,we played baseball in the Schaar field behind us, we rode bikes all day every day, I would need more room to list them all, one last thing though…we have so many wonderful childhood friendships, the next generation friendships are extensions of us, all in all, I’d have to say we had it pretty darn good growing up!
DANNY PATRICK MCWILLIAMS, age 57, of New Philadelphia, died December 17, 2009 following a sudden illness. He was the son of Junior D. McWilliams and Alfreda (Noss) Brown. Danny was born on April 21, 1952 at Union Hospital. He graduated from Indian Valley North’s class of 1970 and was employed by Timken Roller Bearing Co., at New Philadelphia, for more than 35 years. In his spare time he enjoyed the outdoors. This included cutting firewood and hosting get-togethers with family and friends around a campfire. Scott McWilliams, who resides in Goshen, was named as a special cousin in Danny’s obituary. Danny enjoyed attending the annual Goshen Picnic and is missed by area residents.
From: Penny McWilliams Holder
Donna Mae McWilliams and Junior Delbert McWilliams (some people either called him JD or Mac). Donna and JD’s son, Danny, was referred to by a lot of his dad’s friends as little Mac.
Mom and Dad married on February 17th, 1961. They each already had 3 children, and before they knew it, they had 2 more. We were in order from oldest to youngest: Ray, Patty, Danny, Steve, Diana, Mary Jo, Kathy, and then me. They moved to Goshen in 1961, but I’m not sure of the exact date. We grew up in the big brown shingled house on 416. It had been many things before becoming a single family home. It had been a boarding house for the workers of the Erie Canal, it had been a hospital during the Cival War, I think it had even been a duplex at one time. It was a little haunted to say the least. Anyone that spent any time there could tell you that. But Dad was a realist and didn’t believe in such things. Until…
When I was away at college, dad came home one day while mom was shopping. He heard my stereo going full blast upstairs and just assumed I had come home for the weekend. He went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled, “I’m home”.The music went off and he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He went back to the kitchen to make himself some coffee, and he heard the music turn back on. He agian went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled. The music stopped again. He finally came up to get me and, lo and behold, I wasn’t home. I was still at college. By the time mom got home, he was a nervous wreck. He told her what had happened, and she said, “I’ve told you for years that this place was haunted.”
But the house is gone now. I wish it was still standing. My whole childhood was spent there, and to tell you the truth, the ghosts didn’t really bother me. When I found out it was gone, I felt my heart break a little. So many memories turned to rubble.
My cousin, Scott McWilliams, was the one that taught me to ride a bike, and throw a baseball!