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Moses Robinson Sr was born on March 26, 1741 at Hardwick, Worcester, MA, and died at age 72 years old on May 20, 1813 at Bennington, Bennington, VT. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Moses Robinson Sr.
Elizabeth Robinson was born in 1750, and died at age 86 years old on July 27, 1837. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Elizabeth Robinson.
Moses Robinson Jr was born on November 16, 1763 at Bennington, Bennington, VT, and died at age 61 years old on January 29, 1825 at Bennington, Bennington, VT. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Moses Robinson Jr.
Eleanor Robinson of Melbourne, St James Melbourne Parish County Australia was born in 1770, and died at age 78 years old in 1848 in Melbourne.
Thomas Robinson of Melbourne, St James Melbourne Parish County Australia was born in 1774, and died at age 73 years old in 1847 in Melbourne.
Louis Robinson of Australia was born in 1777, and died at age 90 years old in 1867.
Margaret Robinson of Melbourne, St James Melbourne Parish County Australia was born in 1777, and died at age 74 years old in 1851 in Melbourne.
William Robinson of Australia was born in 1778, and died at age 83 years old in 1861.
Catherine Robinson of Australia was born in 1779 to Belkinger Elia Robinson and Ann Robinson. Catherine Robinson died at age 79 years old in 1858.
Robert Robinson of Australia was born in 1784, and died at age 72 years old in 1856.
Benjamin Robinson of Melbourne, St James Melbourne Parish County Australia was born in 1789, and died at age 53 years old in 1842 in Melbourne.
Maria Robinson of Australia was born in 1789 to Dart Joseph Robinson and Maria Robinson. Maria Robinson died at age 77 years old in 1866.

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Tina M (Robinson) Horan was born on January 5, 1983 in Kentucky United States. Tina Robinson got married to James W. Horan on October 7, 2006 in Cocoa Beach, Brevard County, Florida. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Tina Horan.
Egerton Charles Robinson of Wgul Australia was born in 1894 to Emily Annie Cross and Joseph Charles Robinson. They had siblings Constance Elizabeth Robinson, Mildred Ioline Mcdonough, and Arthur Littlewoo Robinson. Egerton Robinson died at age 55 years old in 1949 in Wgul.
Emily Annie (Cross) Robinson of Warragul, Baw Baw Shire County, VIC Australia was born in 1869 in Port Albert, Wellington Shire County to Jane Kerr Cross and William Littlewood Cross. She had siblings Arthur Littlewood Cross, Charles Cross, Marion Maud Cross, William Kerr Cross, Elizabeth "Lizzie" Cross, Frederick Cross, and Alfred Henry Cross. She married Joseph Charles Robinson in 1889, and had children Mildred Ioline Mcdonough, Constance Elizabeth Robinson, Egerton Charles Robinson, and Arthur Littlewoo Robinson. Emily Robinson died at age 74 years old in 1943 in Warragul, Baw Baw Shire County.
Olive Ann (Mcpherson) Robinson of Port Albert Australia was born on October 30, 1897 in Port Albert, Wellington Shire County, VIC to Catherine Avery MacPherson and Gordon Urquhart Greville Mcpherson. Olive Robinson has siblings Harry Urquhart Macpherson, Marjorie Susan Mcpherson, Alison Grace Mcpherson, Edward Gordon Macpherson, Allister Douglas Macpherson, and Norman John Mcpherson. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Olive Ann Mcpherson.
Grace Christina (Avery) Robinson of Kew, City of Boroondara County, VIC Australia was born on July 26, 1882 in Port Albert, Wellington Shire County to John Avery and Mary Ann "Annie" (Sandy) Avery. She had siblings Elizabeth Avery Neil, William Avery, Joseph Sandy Avery, Mary Ann "Annie" Avery, Catherine Avery Mcpherson, Henry Avery, John Avery, James Avery, Edward Forman Avery, and George Charles Avery. She married Charles Raymond Robinson in 1904, and had children Joseph James Robinson, Frederick George Robinson, Elsie Robinson, Ellen Eva Robinson, Leonard Charles Robinson, and Raymond Jack Robinson. Grace Robinson died at age 84 years old on August 9, 1966 in Kew, City of Boroondara County.
Christian D Robinson of Florence, Boone County, KY was born on October 29, 1912, and died at age 85 years old on September 8, 1998.
Gertrude Ellen (Robinson) Langlois of Malden, Massachusetts United States was born on June 2, 1931 in Boston, and died at age 84 years old on October 21, 2015 in Malden.
Bert Robinson of Marlette, Sanilac County, Michigan was born on April 29, 1899, and died at age 72 years old in April 1971.
Monique Robinson has a sister Lachone Gayles. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember monique robinson.
Sarah Alice (Robinson) Crawford
not sure what sarah maiden is it could be roberson or robinson just not sure her married name is sarah alice crawford
Doris Robinson of Warminster, Bucks County, PA was born on December 7, 1919, and died at age 81 years old on March 30, 2001.
Karen Lynn (Robinson) Richman was born on December 10, 1956 at Ohio in United States. She was in a relationship with Kim w Richman, and had children Christopher Reed richman and Sarah Lynn richman. Karen richman died at age 63 years old on June 10, 2020. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Karen richman.
Ruby Mary (Robinson) Moyle of Ballarat, City of Ballarat County, VIC Australia was born in 1862, and died at age 60 years old in 1923.
Christine Jama of TX was born circa 1959. Christine Jama was married to Abdirahman M. Jama on November 11, 1989 in Travis County, TX.
Robert Robinson was born to Cordell Robinson and Lou Ellen Fields, and has siblings Dalton Robinson, William Robinson, Michael Robinson, George Robinson, Genivive Johnson, Mildred Wilson, Valarie Bigby, and Matt Fields. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Robert Robinson.
Julie Christina (Conley) Robinson of Marion, Oregon United States was born on May 30, 1965 in Florence.
Matilda (Robinson) Farrar of Teesdale, Golden Plains Shire County, VIC Australia was born on July 19, 1831 in Hobart, TAS, and died at age 86 years old on January 26, 1918 in Teesdale, VIC.
George Leslie Holt William Robinson
George Leslie Holt Robinson of Morningside Park, in Edinburgh, Scotland United Kingdom was born on March 6, 1915 at Royal Maternity Hospital in Edinburgh, Edinburgh County to George William Robinson and Edith Rosaline Robinson. He married Mary Robinson on October 14, 1935 at Parish Church in Andover, Hampshire County, England, and had a child Rex Anthony Robinson. George Robinson died at age 82 years old on March 20, 1997 at City Hospital, Edinburgh in Edinburgh, Edinburgh County, Scotland.
Daisy Sarah Anne Robinson of Tatura Australia was born in 1905 in Tatura. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Daisy Sarah Anne Robinson.
Mary Ann (Robinson) Richmond of Winchelsea, VIC Australia was born on July 24, 1856 in Woodend, Macedon Ranges Shire County, and died at age 32 years old on August 19, 1888 in Winchelsea.

Popular Robinson Biographies

Jackie Robinson
Jackie Robinson was born on January 31, 1919, in Cairo, Georgia, and grew up in Pasadena, California. Despite facing discrimination and racial prejudice throughout his life, Robinson excelled in multiple sports and eventually earned a scholarship to attend UCLA. After serving in the US Army during World War II, Robinson began playing professional baseball for the Negro Leagues, where his exceptional talents caught the attention of Brooklyn Dodgers owner Branch Rickey. In 1947, Robinson made history by becoming the first African American player in the modern era of Major League Baseball, breaking the color barrier and paving the way for future generations of Black athletes. Despite facing constant racial abuse from fans, opposing players, and even his own teammates, Robinson remained focused and dedicated to his sport, and his remarkable talents quickly made him one of the most respected and admired players in the league. Throughout his ten-year career, Robinson won numerous accolades and helped lead the Dodgers to six National League championships and one World Series championship. Off the field, Robinson was a dedicated civil rights activist who used his platform to fight for racial justice and equality. He was an outspoken advocate for desegregation in all areas of American life and worked tirelessly to combat discrimination and prejudice. In the decades since his death, Robinson's life and legacy have continued to inspire countless people around the world, and his impact on American history and culture cannot be overstated.
Beryl Winifred Robinson
Beryl Winifred (Coffin) Robinson of Alder Rd, in Southampton County, England United Kingdom was born on September 13, 1936 in Southampton, and died at age 68 years old on November 13, 2004 at Moorgreen Hospital Botley Road, in West End, Hampshire County. Beryl Robinson was buried on November 25, 2004 at Hollybrook Cemetery Tremona Rd, in Southampton County.
William Alden  Robinson
William Alden Robinson's father was Richard Robinson (1865 - 1911), born in Ireland. His mother was Jane Hanna (1871 - 1962), also born in Ireland. He had siblings Simon James, Richard Earl, and Frank Fobes Robinson. William married Velma Rebecca Rigby on January 3, 1927, in Pulaski, Arkansas. They had two children, Joyce Rice and Richard Charles Robinson. When William was 41, he was living in Omaha, Nebraska and working for the City of Omaha. He was described as 5 feet 8 inches tall, weighed 133 pounds, and had blue eyes and brown hair with a light complexion. He had a scar on his stomach.
Carl Robinson
Carl Robinson of Wade, Cumberland County, North Carolina was born on October 24, 1920, and died at age 61 years old in November 1981.
Margaret Emily (Donnell) Robinson
Margaret Emily (Donnell) Robinson was born on October 15, 1831. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Margaret Emily (Donnell) Robinson.
Dorris (Ramsey) Robinson
Dorris (Ramsey) Robinson was born on September 11, 1925. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Dorris (Ramsey) Robinson.
Catherine Marie (Robinson) Rew
Catherine Marie (Robinson) Rew of Front Royal, Virginia United States was born on July 10, 1953. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Catherine Marie (Robinson) Rew.
Wendy Renee (Robinson) Robinson of TX iran was born on July 8, 1981 in St Louis, Missouri United States to Jacquelyn Elizabeth Fitch- Robinson and Wendell Eugene Robinson. Wendy Robinson died at age 33 years old on July 8, 2014 in iran, and was buried on July 8, 2014 in united states.
Bonnie Robinson
Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Bonnie Robinson.
James Nicol Robinson
Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember James Nicol Robinson.
Julia Evelyn (Robinson) McCalla
Julia Evelyn (Robinson) McCalla was born on January 11, 1867 in Rockdale, Milam County, Texas USA to Richmond Robinson, and had siblings Sallie (Robinson) Jones, Louise (Robinson) Depew, Lula F. Robinson, Mary F. Robinson, Lillie T. Robinson, and Elsie M. Robinson. She married James F. McCalla, and had children Annie McCalla, Mary McCalla, Julian McCalla, and Meta McCalla. Julia McCalla died at age 101 years old on April 18, 1968 in Kingsville, Kleberg County, and was buried at Harlington City Cemetery in Harlingen, Cameron County. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Julia Evelyn (Robinson) McCalla.
Sarah Alice (Robinson) Crawford
not sure what sarah maiden is it could be roberson or robinson just not sure her married name is sarah alice crawford
Albert P Robinson of Marine City, Saint Clair County, MI was born on July 25, 1905, and died at age 96 years old on April 15, 2002.
Betty Lou (Robinson) Beardslee was born in Texas United States to Glen E Mefferd. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Betty Lou (Robinson) Beardslee.
Sallie (Robinson) Jones
Sallie (Robinson) Jones was born on December 15, 1864 to Richmond Robinson, and had siblings Louise (Robinson) Depew, Julia Evelyn (Robinson) McCalla, Lula F. Robinson, Mary F. Robinson, Lillie T. Robinson, and Elsie M. Robinson. She married James Alexander Jones on May 28, 1884, and they were married until Sallie's death on October 1, 1897. She had children Julia Jones and Elsie Nellie (Jones) Dinsmore. Sallie Jones was buried at IOOF Cemetery in Norman. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Sallie (Robinson) Jones.
Leo L Robinson
Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Leo L Robinson.
Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Jacquelyn Elizabeth Fitch- Robinson.
Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Nettie Mae Robinson.
Jane (Impson) Robinson
Jane (Impson) Robinson of Hartshorne, Pittsburg County, Oklahoma United States was born on January 27, 1862 to Josiah Impson and Jane Fletcher. Jane Robinson died at age 78 years old on July 27, 1940 in Hartshorne.
Graham Fitzgerald Robinson was born in 1981 in California United States. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Graham Fitzgerald Robinson.

Robinson Death Records & Life Expectancy

The average age of a Robinson family member is 70.0 years old according to our database of 179,940 people with the last name Robinson that have a birth and death date listed.

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70.0 years

Oldest Robinsons

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Hank Robinson of Boligee, Greene County, AL was born on March 15, 1874, and died at age 122 years old on July 15, 1996.
122 years
Eliza Robinson of Detroit, Wayne County, Michigan was born on July 15, 1868, and died at age 115 years old in November 1983.
115 years
Charles Robinson was born on September 8, 1828, and died at age 114 years old in January 1943. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Charles Robinson.
114 years
Rodney Robinson was born on April 10, 1867, and died at age 114 years old in May 1981. Family, friend, or fan, this family history biography is for you to remember Rodney Robinson.
114 years
Fannie Robinson of Belleville, Saint Clair County, IL was born on October 27, 1892, and died at age 111 years old on January 28, 2004.
111 years
Amanda Robinson of Georgia was born on March 10, 1877, and died at age 110 years old in May 1987.
110 years
Eleanor J Robinson of Norridgewock, Somerset County, ME was born on February 13, 1894, and died at age 110 years old on November 16, 2004.
110 years
Elizabeth E Robinson of Syracuse, Onondaga County, NY was born on August 23, 1892, and died at age 109 years old on April 22, 2002.
109 years
Judith L Robinson of Knoxville, Knox County, TN was born on December 19, 1896, and died at age 108 years old on April 16, 2005.
108 years
Kathryn S Robinson of West Chester, Chester County, PA was born on May 8, 1902, and died at age 108 years old on January 30, 2011.
108 years
Adirana Robinson of Baltimore, Baltimore City County, MD was born on May 31, 1892, and died at age 108 years old on March 4, 2001.
108 years
Harriet C Robinson of Schenectady, Schenectady County, NY was born on April 23, 1885, and died at age 109 years old on June 28, 1994.
109 years
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Please give me any information anyone may have on Steve, he and I were once married and he was always special to me and my son...thanks
TONDA LYNN DRIVER AKA BETTE MAE ROBINSON: JUST FOR THE RECORD, THE DECEASED HAD ANOTHER DAUGHTER WHO DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KNOW THIS MOTHER MET HER ONE TIME IN 1980 AND WOULD LIKE TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH ANY AND ALL SIBLINGS AND FRIENDS THAT LOVED HER. TONDA LYNN CLIFTON BORN JULY 31 1961 DAUGHTER OF PAUL CLIFTON, DALLAS TEXAS. iM GRATEFUL SHE CHOSE TO USE MY NAME BECAUSE THEN i WAS ABLE TO LOCATE HER EASIER. i AM VERY HURT THAT MY OWN BLOOD SIBLINGS DON;T WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME JUST BECAUSE i AM HER DAUGHTER. OUR PARENTS HAD AN AFFAIR BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN SHE ABANDONED THEM SHE DIDN'T RAISE ANY OF US HOWEVER i DON'T BLAME JESSE OR BUENA. i KNOW FRANKIE MICHELLE LOVED MY MOTHER AND SHE PROBABLY LOVED ALL OF US IN HER HEART BUT SHE HAD SOME PROBLEMS AND FELT IT WAS BETTER TO GIVE THEM UP TO A BETTER LIFE, IS THAT WRONG. aND WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ME AND SAY THAT WE COME FROM 2 DIFFERENT WORLDS? MAYBE YOU NEED TO TAKE A LOOK A YOUR LIFE AND SEE THAT YOU AREN'T ANY BETTER THAN ME OR ANYONE ELSE. WE HAVE THE SAME BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH OUR VEINS AND WE HAVE A COMMON TRAIT, WE BOTH ARE AT A LOSS FROM NOT EVER KNOWING OUT MOTHERS LOVE DESPITE HER PROBLEMS, i LOVED HER FOR WHAT ITS WORTH AND GENETICALLY I AM JUST LIKE HER EVEN THOUGHT WE NEVER KNEW EACH OTHER, i FOLLOWED HER PATH. i HAVE A LARGE HEART, 3 HEART CONDITIONS, PULMONARY HYPERTENSION AND COPD BUT i AM CAPABLE OF LOVE AND BEING A TRUE SISTER AND DAUGHTER
BUT MISSING LOVE FROM TRUE FAMILY NEED TO KNOW THEM WISH THEY WOULD JUST MEET ME BEFORE JUDGING ME PATIENTLY WAITING TONDA LYNN CLIFTON 972 399 6800 OR 214 391 2530
Otha is my father, he passed away when I was 19, I have been told he had other children who were older when I was born. Would like to get to know them or even just meet them. If you are one of my siblings or know them please contact me or ask them to. [contact link] is my email address.
The story is posted on another web site. Here is the address: www.mountaincharlie1850.org ---click on the Joseph Zumwalt Story
The following are some excerpts from a document written by Mrs. William Edgar Drane (the former Effie Robinson, daughter of Alexander Samuel Robinson and Frances Isbella Love). She began this work in the Fall of 1954 and added to it until her death on July 31, 1955. These writings were compiled by Frances Drane Smitherman, Effie’s daughter.



RAMBLINGS FROM HERE, THERE, and EVERYWHERE

by Effie Robinson Drane



In January 1954 Bill said, “Mom, I have heard you say you would like to go to Bywy someday.” I enjoyed the ride from Columbus , always anticipating the sight once again of the beautiful plantation home of my childhood ---- for Bywy was the scene of my earliest recollections.

Not one familiar sight I could see. We asked directions and a man led us to his father-in-law’s home who he said owned a part of the Robinson land. My father had been dead 64 years. (1890) We met a Mr. Murphy and when we told him what we were looking for, he was ready to go.

We followed his truck and reached a place I did not know. We got out and followed him. Mr. Murphy said the house stood there. An awful feeling of loneliness came over me. I could not imagine the terrible destruction or deterioration that had taken place.

It must have looked much as it did in the early 1840's when my father first came from Chester, South Carolina and settled here. I had not lived at this place since 1887 and it was hard to realize that trees could grow so large, or undergrowth could so completely cover a once beautiful homestead.

We crawled through a wire fence. I said, “Oh, there is nothing here, nothing, that reminds me of my childhood.” Mr. Murphy said, “Yes, I think there is. Somewhere there is an old well.”

We found the well, the one thing that made it possible for me to get my bearing. My mind jumped the ether space, and went back to the early years of my life , as a panorama of the past floated before the vision of my mind’s eye. I saw the old Natchez Trace, this particular part, we called White’s Road. Just off of this was a neat pailing fence, and some ten feet from that a Cedar Hedge, kept trimmed flat on


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top, boxed on the sides.

This was a family pride — the yard neatly laid off in walk, where we children used to play chasing, running up one walk, down another, from the gate to the two storied white house with a portico with tall columns. From this one entered spacious hall, with double doors, both front and back.

To the left was the parlor. I dimly remember the furnishings, but somewhere in that room hung a life-size portrait of General Robert E. Lee and also a large picture of two Jersey cows, a milk maid standing between them. I have never seen but one other picture like this and it hangs in the home of Mrs. Lewis Long, Sr. of Starksville, MS in her living room.

Over the mantle was a mirror with gilded frame. There was a marble top table, a horse sofa, and a very lovely piano, inlaid with jewels. At the White House in Washington, I once saw one very much like it. Also years ago, at the old Waverly mansion, there was one of the same kind.

I do not remember chairs, but of course there were chairs, and plenty of them as the house was always full of company. It was a center of activity, whether it was a community play, Spelling Bee, or preaching. Mr. Gus Mecklin of French Camp preached in our home while a new church was built.

There was the staircase where we children used to slide down, stopping just before we hit the post. From the back of the hall was a long corridor (breeze way today) with bannister on each side that led to the dining room. Down the steep back steps and some forty feet away was the kitchen, where the food was prepared in an open fireplace, in great black iron utensils hung above the coals on cranes and when cooked, brought in covered dishes to the dining room. This was before my time. Then, the first mistress of the plantation was living. After her death, my father who was fifty, married a girl of twenty-five who became my mother (Frances Isabelle Love).

She discarded the old kitchen, moved it the house and bought the first cookstove in the neighborhood. I can still see the corridor leading from the house proper to the dining room, with its two flights of steps. The one to the right led to the old well we had just found where water was drawn with a windlass. A roof extended from the corridor to the well house. The floor was dirt for coolness, I suppose. Here the milk was kept and the butter churned. On the opposite side of the corridor, steps led to a big backyard where my father’s horse was brought saddled and bridled each morning, and hitched to a tree. That large forest tree there near the well must


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have been the hitching tree my childish eyes had looked upon so often. I could see no crepe myrtle tree, no summer house, only one gnarled old cedar, shabby and scarred where hundreds once grew, a giant oak where the house had once stood, pailings all gone, house gone. No sign that one ever stood there. There used to be a huge structure called the commissary with an entrance in the front yard. It was no longer used as such after the war, but still used as a cotton house with my father’s office in the back. From the commissary to the big road was the big gate. First, came an immense arbor, over which trailed a scouponong vine. I distinctly remember a goose nest and how afraid I was to go near her. For if I came too close, she ruffled her feathers, stretched her neck and hissed at me.

Beyond that was a row of double corn cribs built of logs. Behind that was an apple orchard. Across the road was the peach orchard and the blacksmith shop and several more corn cribs.

Once on furlough my father rode over the plantation, and it was before these cribs that he found twelve wagons being loaded with corn. He sat on his horse and said nothing. These men were the riff-raff of the county. He wrote down the names of the drivers and make of each wagon. When they left, he had his overseer nail the doors shut on the cribs. When the war was over, he personally made every single one of those men pay for the corn they took. He told me this himself.

Turning from the cribs in the yard, we came to the carriage house, back of that was the horse lot and barn. Between the house and lot was the wood pile, where logs were cut the proper length for the fire places and kitchen stove. Upstairs in the house were six guest rooms.

Back from the wood pile, was a gate which led across a stream to the Negro quarters, and the plantation proper. From the gate was a two storied brick smoke house. Back of that was the garden. In the other side of the yard was the storm pit. A ladder went down into a square hole in the ground, about the size of a ordinary room. The storm pit was covered by a low log house. Back of this was the cow lot and barn. Then, came a field of corn.

I had gone with Kissana Rabb (a niece of my father’s who was visiting from South Carolina) to the home of father’s nephews, John Alexander Samuel Shammon, whose mother was Margaret Robinson. John Owned the next plantation down the road. His daughter Reggie was about my age (long since dead). We were great playmates. Past the cornfield was the gin, where one of the older boys burned

to death.


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Sammie was in the press where the cotton was loaded and tramped into bales. Walter and Clyde were in the lint room playing (they were small boys), when an old man, a Mr. Roach picked up a handful of lint and said to the boys, “I bet I can set this a-fire, and never burn my hand.” The boys had been well drilled to the fact that they must never have matches around the gin.

When they saw his intention, they hollowed “stop it”, but he lit the match and instantly the whole structure was in flames. The boys ran and Clyde remembered that Sammie, two years older than himself, was left in the press. The gin hands battered and cut a hole in the side of the building for him to crawl out. By the time they got him out his clothes were burned off him and his features so badly burned that his mother didn’t recognize him. He died before the next day and he is buried in “God’s acre” in the old Lebanon Church yard where his grandmother Robinson, mother, father and many others are buried. Mister Roach was never apprehended. There were no phones or improved roads and the nearest railroad station was fifty miles away. It was easy to drop out of sight in those days. No one ever knew why mister Roach would want to burn down the gin.

My mother, Frances Isbella, and two brothers, James Edwin and Victor Joseph Robinson are buried in the cemetery at Starksville, MS. One little girl, Mary Lovelace (fifteen months) is buried at Lebanon. She was the oldest of my mother’s children, I being next, and the only one living of my father’s twenty-one children.

When I was ready to go, Mr. Murphy ask if I wanted to see the slave graveyard.

He led the way, we followed. Among the graves of slaves who died before 1862 were new made graves of three soldiers who were descendants of Robinson slaves.

Some sixty years (summer 1898) before this last visit to ByWy, my mother, her three children, Effie (my self), Eddie (James Edwin) and Victor, a step daughter, Martha Robinson Love and her daughter, Ada Love visited the old ByWy Plantation.

It was in ruins then, but not so completely nil as it was on this day in 1954. We had heard that some believed the house to be haunted. Late at night passers by often saw lights appear and disappear in different rooms. Strange noises were heard, but the ghost were most likely revenue officers looking for illicit liquor. Since the house was vacant, we decided to investigate on our own.

We found an ingenious opening in the wall. By dint of pressure, a plank slipped. It was easy to see what lay behind it, a series of nails with noose still attached, which once held the necks of many bottles. There were other places of


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concealment. During the Civil War, when fighting came as near as Columbus, MS, many valuable articles were hidden there.

After the war, when we were children, some of the older girls told of the secret hiding places and that they had hid their dolls where the grownups hid their valuables. The boys found a secret trap door and another one inside the first hidden room. We were disappointed not to find dolls, but only cobwebs.

Just as on this day, mother and Martha had had enough and they grieved for things that were gone. We left the house, never to see it again, and drove the buggy down the old long used plantation road. We crossed the stream, which in years gone by, had been used at hog killing time to supply Winter’s supply of meat.

Early on one particular morning, which was before my time, but came to me first hand, the weather was just right. Plenty of frost in the air.

This was a gala time for plantation folks. All was in readiness. The big wash pot had been hauled down from the yard to boil the water. A large barrel was half-buried in the ground, filled with boiling water. Four big Negroes had lifted a well fatted hog preparatory to sliding it into the scalding water barrel. One of the men slipped and fell into the barrel. My father ordered, “Pull him out quick, and put him in the branch.” He was kept there, with only his nose sticking out, for several hours. He got well and lived to see many more hog killing times. There were no hospitals except in large cities, certainly not around here.

We went on over the one time road to the heart of the plantation, and the long row of one time cabins, now in decay.

Ole Mars Alex ( the name slaves used to refer to Effie’s father) was gone, but in one of the less deteriorated cabins lived Sam and Jane, two old faithful slaves who had remained after the surrender. They lived and died in the same cabin.

On this day they had a visitor, Lit. Three old slaves and they were very happy to see their “white folks.”

Jane and Sam knew us all well, for we had never lost contact with them, even though the plantation had long since passed into the hands of strangers, it being sold along with other property, for a division, after my father’s death on April 10, 1890.

Lit was no stranger to me. He had been my father’s body servant (today he would be called a valet)before the surrender. Lit went with him through the Civil War. My father did not enter the war at first because the Confederate government deemed it more important to stay home and furnish food for the army if one owned more than sixteen slaves. Mars Alex owned a great deal more than that. But, he

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was not happy to be out of the fight. He kept a diary, in fact, a continuation of one, and his habit was to write the days happenings each night. I have read that diary and found it very interesting. I also know how lonesome he was, especially on Sunday’s after being at church. He wrote, “Went to Pisgar to church today, everyone was talking about the war. Saw several home on furlough, and so many missing who will never come home. I am restless and lonesome, think I will go to Chester this week and enlist.”

But, it was in Bankston, MS where he enlisted, and wrote that night in his diary, “Hired an overseer today, will leave for the front this week. Have talked with Lit, he is ready to go.”

Lit went with him through the war. Lit always had the horse ready for Mars Alex. It was Lit who foraged feed for the horse, and saw that Mars Alex had his food prepared and waiting for him after each skirmish. He covered Mars Alex at night before rolling in his own quilt and made his bed at the head of his and Mars Alex’s horses so to be ready for any emergency.

Today, after all these many years, Lit, old, gray and decrepit was beside himself at seeing his young Missie Martha Robinson, again. She herself was no longer young, but to Lit, she was still his young Missie. Sam and Jane was glad to see us and would have liked to talk to us, but Lit had too much to say.

His old mind had gone back to “a fo de war,.when he was mars Alex body servant, and laid he clothes out on de bed, an fix de water for he to bath in. Ever where Mars Alex went, right thar I be too. If’n he wus rid about, I was ridden about too. De gate was allus open for Mars Alex to ride thru.”

When we younger children who never lived during slavery time would have liked to go, there was old Lit, holding tight to the surrey wheels saying, “Wait a minute young missie, I wants to ax you bout ....” and he was off again, winding up with “dat wus afo de war when all us white folks wus living.”

This was in the summer of 1898. On the way home, with thoughts still in the past, the older members of the party began to reminisce. Martha told us of her first meeting with her future husband, Lt. Love (Joseph Edwin Love). This was during the Civil War.

By the grape vine route, word came to the plantation that soldiers would pass by that way. All of the Robinson children of which there were plenty and all of the little Negroes were standing outside the front gate, watching with goggle eyes to see the boys in gray go marching by, only these men were mounted. When the


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commanding officer, Lt. Love, passed a spark flew between the handsome lieutenant and little Martha Robinson, only twelve, that was destined to last to the end of her life.

With this look, Martha suddenly remembered she was barefooted, and sank right down on the ground to cover her feet with her dress.

Up the road a piece, a man was cutting wood. Here the column was halted while the Lieutenant rode to one side to ask, “Who lives in the house we just passed?”

“Squire Robinson.”

Then the Lieutenant asked, “There was a bunch outside the gate, among them a young girl with dark brown hair, not tall, very pretty with a beautiful complexion. Who is she?”

“That would be Miss Martha Robinson,” answered the woodcutter. No letters were passed. In that era, it would not have been permissible even had it been possible.

A few months later, the Lieutenant was home to recuperate from a shattered arm, that had been struck by a mini-ball. (Wounded at the Battle of Logan’s Crossroads or sometimes called The Battle of Fishing Creek) There were a good many boys home, some on furlough for a rest and some wounded.

For these boys, the whole county, far and wide, were giving a fish fry at Burnside Lake. Mr. And Mrs. Robinson and small children were in a carryall, to us now an odd kind of vehicle. The driver of the horses sat on a high seat that scooped down low to seats for the riders. Behind and outside was a seat where the inevitable little Negro rode ready to jump off, open the door, or do whatever was required of him.

The young people of the neighborhood met at the Robinson front gate, where Martha was waiting for them. These girls and boys all rode horseback, the girls riding side saddles, with long skirts reaching almost to the ground. These were called riding skirts.

Of course, Lt. Love was there. He had ridden many miles, with his arm in a sling, all because he hoped Miss Martha would be there. She was.

The Lieutenant asked a soldier, “Is the Robinson family here?”

“Yes.”

He then asked, “Is Miss Martha here?” Again, the answer was yes and she was pointed out in a group. Next, he asked,

“Can you introduce me?”


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“No, but I can introduce you to someone who can.”

So Edwin and Martha met. They spent the rest of the day together. He rode home with her. They parted at the front gate. When his arm was well, he went back to the army where he was soon promoted to Captain. When the war was over, they renewed the acquaintance, which rapidly grew into love.

Then my mother ( Frances Isbella Love Robinson second wife of Alexander Robinson) took up the story, Joseph Edwin Love was her brother. Two years after the war, 1867, Captain Love was going out to the swimming hole one bright moonlit night to swim and bathe for the next day, he would wed Martha who was now fifteen years old.

At the gate, he met one the family had mourned as dead for two years. The sisters heard his voice and one said, “It’s Billie.” They all started. But Billie stood outside pleading, “Don’t touch me.” He was still a very sick man with splintered bones working out of his body.

The wedding came off and so pleased was Billie that in due course of time when Pernecie (Pernecie Robinson, Martha’s younger sister) was fifteen they were married. After several years, they moved to Partridge, Kansas where many of their descendants live today.

I lived near enough to the Reconstruction period to know much of what went on. My associates were those who lived during and before the Civil War. I have lived through many a battle listening to old soldiers who relived those times whenever two or three got together and always reminisced. Also, I knew of the hardships of Reconstruction from those who lived through it.

I also learned this same medium of life on the plantation before the war. Do not let anyone tell you that Southern planters were mean to slaves. It does not stand to reason. If one owned a valuable piece of property, think you they would abuse it? No! Such writing to the contrary is, but propaganda.

My father had his own body servant, Lit, nowadays he would be called a valet. His wife had her cook. She also had a helper (a house woman) and a nurse. The boys had their boy, the girls had a girl. There was a lot boy, a yard boy, milker, blacksmith, carriage boy and always a small boy who rode behind the carryall. Then came the field hands. With so many, it is not possible that too much work was required of one. There was also a seamstress who made all the clothes for the



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plantation, as well as one who did nothing but spin, and two who did the weaving.

An overseer looked after the field hands and the plantation. The mistress of the big house looked after those in the house.

There was a house in the yard, one room in which the little Negro children were kept. A nurse looked after them during the day while their mothers worked. Another room was for the sick of the plantation whether children or adults. The mistress checked often on them, even at night to make sure they were comfortable and well cared for. A doctor was called when needed. These people were valuable and given special care. They were loyal and loved their white folks, who also loved them. But, they were slaves and now they are free. It is better today, much better and I would not have it otherwise.

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Sprinkle as much salt as you want over a salmon filet.(you can't over salt)wrap in aluminum foil and refrigerate for 24 hrs. unwrap and wash off all salt with cold tap water (do not soak) pat dry and put fish on cheesecloth soaked in olive oil.pour the juice of one lemon over fish then sprinkle paprika, garlic,lemon pepper or cajun seasoning and pats of butter. put in smoker with moderate heat until fish flakes. enjoy (CAUTION keep gun handy to fight off neighbors)
My efforts to learn more about my genealogy and family history continue to be most rewarding for me. During a visit to Norfield, Lincoln County, Mississippi in September of 2001, I came into possession of a book entitled, Good For What’s Buggin’ You - The Life and Works of J. C. Redd, by Bob Pittman. The book, which was published in 1982, is about the late Jabus Constantine “J. C.” Redd of Lincoln County. J. C., with his wife Annie, was the founder of the Redd Pest Control Company, Inc. of Jackson, Mississippi. He was a son of Levi L. Redd and Mary Blanche Montgomery Redd. Norfield is located on Highway 51 about seventeen miles south of Brookhaven, which is the county seat.

In the book on pages 97 and 98, J. C. gives an account of a heroic deed done by his maternal grandfather, Constantine Montgomery, who went to the defense of a neighboring family, which was black, after members of the Ku Klux Klan had made plans to pay the family a visit one night. The Klan members had decided the black family needed whippings. The only crime committed by the family, the book states, was that they were more prosperous than some of their white neighbors.

On the night of the planned visit, Constantine, a farmer and a man of influence in the area, posted himself outside of the home of his neighbors and waited for the Klan members to arrive. Upon their arrival, Constantine warned them that they would have to kill him before entering the house and doing harm to the family. The Klansmen changed their minds and left. Constantine, while preventing the family from being whipped, may have also prevented the occurrence of something even more tragic that night considering the reputation of the KKK. He was known as a peacemaker, and that role was demonstrated that night.

I have not been able to pinpoint exactly when the incident occurred, or exactly who all were members of the black family at the time. Constantine was born in 1843, and he died in 1919. The son of the black family was born in 1888. He would have been about thirty-one years old when Constantine died, and married for about a year and a half.

In 1900, the black family consisted of the parents, a son and a daughter. By a reference in the story, it is clear the son was a member of the family at the time of the planned activity by the KKK. Since his mother lived until 1926, she was there also. I estimate that the father died between 1910 and 1912. He was probably also there if the incident occurred when Constantine was no more than sixty-five year old. It is likely that the wife of the son had not joined the family by that time if it occurred before 1918, which it probably did. The daughter lived longer than any other member of the family, and she was likely at home when the Klan went calling on them.

In the book, J. C. describes his family members as being longtime acquaints of the black family at the time of the incident, and that could have been the motivation for Constantine’s actions that night in going to the aid of his innocent neighbors. He could have also acted as he did simply because it was the right thing to do under the circumstances. My research shows the families were neighbors in 1870, and I think the relationship dates back much farther than that.

It is not known if the occupants of the house were ever aware of how close they came to an encounter with members of the KKK or not. Family tradition does not offer an account of the incident. That is not so unusual considering the fear the Klan was able to create in black people during the time. At any rate, I am very appreciative that Constantine took the action that he took that night in protecting my Robinson family members. I am also pleased that J. C. Redd documented this story in his book, and I was fortunate enough to find it. A member of that family was Thornton Edgar "T. E." Robinson, the man who became my paternal grandfather, the father of Willie Ivy Robinson (1923-2000). My mother named me Willie Edgar Lee Robinson when I was born in August 1943.

Thornton Edgar, who married Narsis Bailey, was a son of Ivey Robinson and Elizabeth "Lizzie" Dunn Robinson. Narsis was a daughter of Eugene Bailey and Mariah Hardy Bailey. Constantine, who married Arcadia Elizabeth Moak, was a son of William Montgomery and Sarina Albritton Montgomery. Arcadia Elizabeth was a daughter of John Moak and Nancy Roberts Moak. Redd family tradition says some members of the Moak family were of the Bogue Chitto Indian Tribe. Robinson family tradition has it that Lizzie was also of Indian descent.
Lizzie's death certificate shows her mother's name was Elizabeth also, and her father was Thornton Dunn. Lizzie was born in the area, and as far as I have been able to determine, she spent all her life there. Her mother was born in Mississippi and Thornton, a mulatto, was born in Louisiana as indicated by the Lincoln County Census of 1870. Lizzie's roots may have also included Bogue Chitto. She was between seventy-five and seventy-eight years old when she died in October 1926.
Ivey and Elizabeth were neighbors of the Montgomery family in Lincoln County in 1870, which was the year the county was formed from parts of the counties of Amite, Copiah, Franklin, Lawrence and Pike. William had died by then, and Sarina was head of the Montgomery household. Constantine and Arcadia were married the following year in 1871. The year 1870 was also the first time black people in general were counted by name in the United States Census following the abolishment of slavery in 1865. Although no descendants of Ivey and Elizabeth live in Norfield now, the Robinson family still owns part of the property acquired by our ex-slaves ancestors many, many years ago.

In addition to Willie Ivy, T. E. and Narsis were the parents of Mary Elizabeth (Bourrage), Eugene J. "Tuddy", Silas M. "Tee", Tycer M. "Slim" and Edith Marie "Kitty" (Norwood). Edith Marie, named Eddis Mariah at birth, was born four months and three weeks after the accident that caused her father's death in October 1933. Victoria "Sissy" Robinson was T. E's sister, his only known sibling to have lived to reach adulthood. Aunt Sissy never married or had children. She was about sixty-seven years old when she died in December 1951.

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