Early Life and Family
John W. Rollins was born in Keith, Catoosa County, Georgia. He attended school in a one-room schoolhouse nine miles away in Ringgold, Georgia. In 1928, Rollins’s father fell ill and the 12-year-old boy accepted additional responsibilities on the family farm. Although he worked hard to help his mother provide for the family he had an entrepreneurial spirit and tried his hand at an early age selling door to door with things such as bedspreads. In the aftermath of the great depression, he left the family farm in Ringgold and moved to Philadelphia. His career was a series of entrepreurial ventures ultimately ending up with the formation of 9 NYSE firms and countless other business ventures. He had a great mind for business and an unstoppable positive attitude.
He was married three times, to Kitty, Linda Kuechler, and Michele Metrinko, and had ten children including John W., Jr., James, Catherine, Patrick, Ted, Jeff, Michele, Monique, Michael and Marc, as well as eleven grandchildren, John III, Jamie, Fontayne, Charlie, Rachel, Katie, Sarah, Emma, Kaitlyn, William, and Morgan.
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