This is young Frank Hugh Robinson. He was born in Wenona, Illinois and ran away from the farm at about this age. The story is that his favorite horse was in the pasture on a Sunday and the bull somehow was also in the same pasture. The horse was in danger, but being the Sabbath, Frank was not allowed to lead the horse out of harm's way, and the horse was killed. Frank was angry and left home. When he tried to find his birth certificate he was told the building had burned down. He never made contact with his family as far as we know.
Labels: Father Frank Hugh Robinson, my grandfather
This is Kenneth Edward Robinson, my mother's brother. He is with Frank Hugh Robinson. Frank had had a team of four horses and he carried goods from the port to different businesses in Portland, the original teamster (having a team of horses). He was also secretary of the Teamster's Union as he had a beautiful handwriting.
Labels: Kenneth Edward and Father Frank Hugh Robinson