The Robinsons and their kin folk . cation and sale of a family yet there is unmeasured satisfaction in prosecuting the have found it a source of both pleasure and rest to delve in therecords of Robinson ancestry at the close of the fatiguing laborsof the day. On first taking up the work I met with but little encourage-ment. Letters written for information, to a large extent, seem-ingly fell on uncultivated ground for they brought no to whom I applied became enthusiastic and gave me muchvaluable data which will receive due acknowledgment in thegenealogy I am h
The Robinsons and their kin folk . cation and sale of a family yet there is unmeasured satisfaction in prosecuting the have found it a source of both pleasure and rest to delve in therecords of Robinson ancestry at the close of the fatiguing laborsof the day. On first taking up the work I met with but little encourage-ment. Letters written for information, to a large extent, seem-ingly fell on uncultivated ground for they brought no to whom I applied became enthusiastic and gave me muchvaluable data which will receive due acknowledgment in thegenealogy I am hoping to publish in the near future. There are those present who have prepared interestingpapers on their line of ancestry which w7ill command your atten-tion, therefore I need but briefly mention their lines in this paper. More than twenty years have passed since I first took up thetask of tracing my Robinson ancestry. I presume that there isnot one here to-day who twenty years ago knew as little of theirancestral line as 62 ROBINSONS EARLY EMIGRANTS TO AMERICA. It was in the early Spring of 1880 that my second son, thena Lad of sixteen summers, came to me with the query, Father,are we descended from the Rev. John Robinson of Leyden? This was one of the most natural questions in the world fora child to ask of his parent, who was a Robinson. Of coursethat parent ought to know when from his cradle his eyes hadoften sought with wonderment that picture on the wall which inafter years he was told was John Robinson bidding farewell tohis little church flock as they were gathered for their embark-ment on the Mayflower to cross the trackless waters seeking fora new and unknown home in a land of savages and forests. I could only say to my boy, Henry, I do not know, myfather has been dead for ten years, I never heard him say ; mygrandfather, the Rev. Otis Robinson, died the year before mybirth, you know our Bible record says that he was born in Attle-boro, Mass., on the 7th of
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