|About ROBINSON & FAMILIES FOOTPRINT IN THE SANDS OF TIME
All genealogies are a work in progress. Although I began my research years ago, at times family and job responsibilities took
priority and my fascinating hobby made its way into a cardboard file box. Today, however, time permits indulgence
in genealogy as much as I choose. The cardboard box has given way to open files and of course, piles of papers on my desk.
Genealogy is exciting...challenging...fascinating...and frustrating! Often when we have the time, many 'ancestors' are no longer
alive to be asked the 'what, when, where, why and who' questions. The puzzle seems to have so many pieces...
and finding 'one' piece, sometimes, seems to be an almost insurmountable task. But little by little, the puzzle takes shape...and
the lives of our ancestors are finally beginning to come together.
Our family history is not one of great adventures or phenomenal accomplishments. No... it is the genealogy of courageous
families who came to a new land to make a new life. It is the genealogy of hard-working families who worked the farms, mined
the coal and worked in the mills. Everyday life was hard. Survival was often a struggle. Yet they pursued the dreams they
had...and they are the grass roots of our families.
Is my genealogy finished? Heavens no! As I attain one set of goals, a new set is developed. Will my genealogy ever be finished?
Probably not! Most importantly, I want our children to know and be proud of their heritage... and I want to share the greatness
of our ancestors with the world.
If you find information from my genealogy that helps in your research...that's great! If you have information I'm lacking...let's
share! In the meantime...read on and enjoy the documented family history and the family stories that make the people come to
"How green was my valley"
I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are yet to come,
I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in
front to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond. And their
eyes were my eyes. As I felt, so they had felt and were to feel, as then,
as now, as tomorrow and forever. Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long
line that had no beginning and no end, and the hand of his father grasped my
father's hand, and his hand was in mine, and my son took my right hand, and
all up and down the line that stretched from time that was, to time that is,
and time that is not yet come, raised their hands to show the link, and
we were as one.
From :Ulster Ancestry
You will find many points in my files that need further study. I do not claim to be the final authority on my files and all
information is subject to further research. It is hoped that the information provided, in these files, will encourage more
research. If this is done then I have accomplished my goal.