Married George William Robinson 27/Oct/1853 at Myrtle, Oregon County, Missouri.
The following per John Robinson on 23 Jun 2008==
The following was given to me by Cherry Robinson Byfield, great granddaughter of Allen J. Robinson.
"Mary Jane Taylor, Little Grandma, wasn't over five foot tall. Her mother died when she was five years old and her father remarried. Her stepmother was so mean to her she married at age thirteen, for a home she said, to George William Robinson. Once when they spent the night at her father-in-laws, the men caroused around - happy, drinking a barrel of whiskey. When the sun came up she asked her husband George to go to church with her. He answered her saying, "Go ahead, I'll come later." She did and when he didn't come she grew uneasy and slipping out of the church and ran most of the way home. He wasn't there, and his fiddle of which he was very fond was gone. Hurrying on to her father-in-laws found he wasn't there and their good big stallion was gone. Later word difted back that George W. had gone to Illinois to visit relatives. Jane, as she was called, was 15 at the time and pregnant although she didn't know that until later. She went to live with her brother John and his wife. How her pride must have suffered living on another's charity. TIme passed and her baby was almost due. One day as she sat by the fireplace spinning, when who should come in but Goerge W.! She spoke only when spoken to, no more moved than if he had returned from a day's absence or less. He came again and received the same treatment. The third time he came he was as calmly and coldlly received as he stood awkwardly in his homespun not much more than a boy himsellf, he said, "Jane this is the third time I've come, unless your agree to talk privately with me, I'II not come again." She walked out the lane with him and took his outstretched hand and entered a life of hardship and childbearing.
One of her sons Allen Andrew Jackson called Allen J. became our grandfather. He remembered at the age of four years being chased into a briarpatch barefoooted by Jayhawkers. They were on horseback and circled the briarpatch stabbing at the briar-torn little boy, laughing and cursing. George W. early joined the Confederate army and his family left, as were others to the mercy of the Union troops and the Jayhawkers. Once when he had crept home gaunt and ill with a fever, she (Jane) had fed, bathed and cared for him. As she sat sewing on a suit of clothes for him, she heard horses. Quickly she hid him between the featherbed and straw-tick. The Jayhawkers came in demanding to know where he was, running their sabers into the featherbed---luckily they missed him-he scooted against the wall. One fellow grabbed the suit she was making, but she held on--Spunky little thing that she was! He drug her all across the floor, slung her down and drew fire from the fireplace setting the house on afire. She put out the fire, saved the suit, and her husband. She waited to be sure the men were gone before she knew he was unharmed. That was surely the time he had been a prisoner of the Union Army, he escaped and when he got home was too weak to climb the fence. The boys ran and let the rails down so he could step over. Jane spun and dyed and wove the cloth for George's suit. She was always proud and an independent woman. She was blind as was a son George W. (Washington). I've been told they dug medicinal roots and were blilnded by that. Her little hands were badly drawn. When "Sis" (Elizabeth) was badly burned, she beat out the flames with her hands, then drew water from the well until the skin of ther hands hung in shreds. Grandma and Sis asked Uncle Jess to eat breakfast with them the morning Sis was burned. They were upset because a hen hopped up on the doorstep and crowed. A crowing hen foretold a bad happening in pioneer days. Uncle Jess drank a cup of coffee, went on his way. He had stopped by early. Grandma went out to milk, do the morning chores. Sis was busy at housework when her heavy skirt sung out and caught fire form the fireplace. The linsey woolsey skirt and petticoats burning she ran out and ran until she fell. She lived long enough to say the was what the hen crowing foretold." Source: Aunt Chloe told me (?) about George W. going to Illinois. I've written it almost as she told it. Mother told about the Jayhawkers running Grandpa into the briars and Little Grandma hiding George W. in the bed.
End of Story
Mary was living with Mary Ann and Seburn Holt, my Great Grandparents, when she died in Myrtle, Oregon County Missouri.
The following per John Robinson on 23 Jun 2008==
The following was given to me by Cherry Robinson Byfield, great granddaughter of Allen J. Robinson.
"Mary Jane Taylor, Little Grandma, wasn't over five foot tall. Her mother died when she was five years old and her father remarried. Her stepmother was so mean to her she married at age thirteen, for a home she said, to George William Robinson. Once when they spent the night at her father-in-laws, the men caroused around - happy, drinking a barrel of whiskey. When the sun came up she asked her husband George to go to church with her. He answered her saying, "Go ahead, I'll come later." She did and when he didn't come she grew uneasy and slipping out of the church and ran most of the way home. He wasn't there, and his fiddle of which he was very fond was gone. Hurrying on to her father-in-laws found he wasn't there and their good big stallion was gone. Later word difted back that George W. had gone to Illinois to visit relatives. Jane, as she was called, was 15 at the time and pregnant although she didn't know that until later. She went to live with her brother John and his wife. How her pride must have suffered living on another's charity. TIme passed and her baby was almost due. One day as she sat by the fireplace spinning, when who should come in but Goerge W.! She spoke only when spoken to, no more moved than if he had returned from a day's absence or less. He came again and received the same treatment. The third time he came he was as calmly and coldlly received as he stood awkwardly in his homespun not much more than a boy himsellf, he said, "Jane this is the third time I've come, unless your agree to talk privately with me, I'II not come again." She walked out the lane with him and took his outstretched hand and entered a life of hardship and childbearing.
One of her sons Allen Andrew Jackson called Allen J. became our grandfather. He remembered at the age of four years being chased into a briarpatch barefoooted by Jayhawkers. They were on horseback and circled the briarpatch stabbing at the briar-torn little boy, laughing and cursing. George W. early joined the Confederate army and his family left, as were others to the mercy of the Union troops and the Jayhawkers. Once when he had crept home gaunt and ill with a fever, she (Jane) had fed, bathed and cared for him. As she sat sewing on a suit of clothes for him, she heard horses. Quickly she hid him between the featherbed and straw-tick. The Jayhawkers came in demanding to know where he was, running their sabers into the featherbed---luckily they missed him-he scooted against the wall. One fellow grabbed the suit she was making, but she held on--Spunky little thing that she was! He drug her all across the floor, slung her down and drew fire from the fireplace setting the house on afire. She put out the fire, saved the suit, and her husband. She waited to be sure the men were gone before she knew he was unharmed. That was surely the time he had been a prisoner of the Union Army, he escaped and when he got home was too weak to climb the fence. The boys ran and let the rails down so he could step over. Jane spun and dyed and wove the cloth for George's suit. She was always proud and an independent woman. She was blind as was a son George W. (Washington). I've been told they dug medicinal roots and were blilnded by that. Her little hands were badly drawn. When "Sis" (Elizabeth) was badly burned, she beat out the flames with her hands, then drew water from the well until the skin of ther hands hung in shreds. Grandma and Sis asked Uncle Jess to eat breakfast with them the morning Sis was burned. They were upset because a hen hopped up on the doorstep and crowed. A crowing hen foretold a bad happening in pioneer days. Uncle Jess drank a cup of coffee, went on his way. He had stopped by early. Grandma went out to milk, do the morning chores. Sis was busy at housework when her heavy skirt sung out and caught fire form the fireplace. The linsey woolsey skirt and petticoats burning she ran out and ran until she fell. She lived long enough to say the was what the hen crowing foretold." Source: Aunt Chloe told me (?) about George W. going to Illinois. I've written it almost as she told it. Mother told about the Jayhawkers running Grandpa into the briars and Little Grandma hiding George W. in the bed.
End of Story
Mary was living with Mary Ann and Seburn Holt, my Great Grandparents, when she died in Myrtle, Oregon County Missouri.
Married George William Robinson 27/Oct/1853 at Myrtle, Oregon County, Missouri.
The following per John Robinson on 23 Jun 2008==
The following was given to me by Cherry Robinson Byfield, great granddaughter of Allen J. Robinson.
"Mary Jane Taylor, Little Grandma, wasn't over five foot tall. Her mother died when she was five years old and her father remarried. Her stepmother was so mean to her she married at age thirteen, for a home she said, to George William Robinson. Once when they spent the night at her father-in-laws, the men caroused around - happy, drinking a barrel of whiskey. When the sun came up she asked her husband George to go to church with her. He answered her saying, "Go ahead, I'll come later." She did and when he didn't come she grew uneasy and slipping out of the church and ran most of the way home. He wasn't there, and his fiddle of which he was very fond was gone. Hurrying on to her father-in-laws found he wasn't there and their good big stallion was gone. Later word difted back that George W. had gone to Illinois to visit relatives. Jane, as she was called, was 15 at the time and pregnant although she didn't know that until later. She went to live with her brother John and his wife. How her pride must have suffered living on another's charity. TIme passed and her baby was almost due. One day as she sat by the fireplace spinning, when who should come in but Goerge W.! She spoke only when spoken to, no more moved than if he had returned from a day's absence or less. He came again and received the same treatment. The third time he came he was as calmly and coldlly received as he stood awkwardly in his homespun not much more than a boy himsellf, he said, "Jane this is the third time I've come, unless your agree to talk privately with me, I'II not come again." She walked out the lane with him and took his outstretched hand and entered a life of hardship and childbearing.
One of her sons Allen Andrew Jackson called Allen J. became our grandfather. He remembered at the age of four years being chased into a briarpatch barefoooted by Jayhawkers. They were on horseback and circled the briarpatch stabbing at the briar-torn little boy, laughing and cursing. George W. early joined the Confederate army and his family left, as were others to the mercy of the Union troops and the Jayhawkers. Once when he had crept home gaunt and ill with a fever, she (Jane) had fed, bathed and cared for him. As she sat sewing on a suit of clothes for him, she heard horses. Quickly she hid him between the featherbed and straw-tick. The Jayhawkers came in demanding to know where he was, running their sabers into the featherbed---luckily they missed him-he scooted against the wall. One fellow grabbed the suit she was making, but she held on--Spunky little thing that she was! He drug her all across the floor, slung her down and drew fire from the fireplace setting the house on afire. She put out the fire, saved the suit, and her husband. She waited to be sure the men were gone before she knew he was unharmed. That was surely the time he had been a prisoner of the Union Army, he escaped and when he got home was too weak to climb the fence. The boys ran and let the rails down so he could step over. Jane spun and dyed and wove the cloth for George's suit. She was always proud and an independent woman. She was blind as was a son George W. (Washington). I've been told they dug medicinal roots and were blilnded by that. Her little hands were badly drawn. When "Sis" (Elizabeth) was badly burned, she beat out the flames with her hands, then drew water from the well until the skin of ther hands hung in shreds. Grandma and Sis asked Uncle Jess to eat breakfast with them the morning Sis was burned. They were upset because a hen hopped up on the doorstep and crowed. A crowing hen foretold a bad happening in pioneer days. Uncle Jess drank a cup of coffee, went on his way. He had stopped by early. Grandma went out to milk, do the morning chores. Sis was busy at housework when her heavy skirt sung out and caught fire form the fireplace. The linsey woolsey skirt and petticoats burning she ran out and ran until she fell. She lived long enough to say the was what the hen crowing foretold." Source: Aunt Chloe told me (?) about George W. going to Illinois. I've written it almost as she told it. Mother told about the Jayhawkers running Grandpa into the briars and Little Grandma hiding George W. in the bed.
End of Story
Mary was living with Mary Ann and Seburn Holt, my Great Grandparents, when she died in Myrtle, Oregon County Missouri.
The following per John Robinson on 23 Jun 2008==
The following was given to me by Cherry Robinson Byfield, great granddaughter of Allen J. Robinson.
"Mary Jane Taylor, Little Grandma, wasn't over five foot tall. Her mother died when she was five years old and her father remarried. Her stepmother was so mean to her she married at age thirteen, for a home she said, to George William Robinson. Once when they spent the night at her father-in-laws, the men caroused around - happy, drinking a barrel of whiskey. When the sun came up she asked her husband George to go to church with her. He answered her saying, "Go ahead, I'll come later." She did and when he didn't come she grew uneasy and slipping out of the church and ran most of the way home. He wasn't there, and his fiddle of which he was very fond was gone. Hurrying on to her father-in-laws found he wasn't there and their good big stallion was gone. Later word difted back that George W. had gone to Illinois to visit relatives. Jane, as she was called, was 15 at the time and pregnant although she didn't know that until later. She went to live with her brother John and his wife. How her pride must have suffered living on another's charity. TIme passed and her baby was almost due. One day as she sat by the fireplace spinning, when who should come in but Goerge W.! She spoke only when spoken to, no more moved than if he had returned from a day's absence or less. He came again and received the same treatment. The third time he came he was as calmly and coldlly received as he stood awkwardly in his homespun not much more than a boy himsellf, he said, "Jane this is the third time I've come, unless your agree to talk privately with me, I'II not come again." She walked out the lane with him and took his outstretched hand and entered a life of hardship and childbearing.
One of her sons Allen Andrew Jackson called Allen J. became our grandfather. He remembered at the age of four years being chased into a briarpatch barefoooted by Jayhawkers. They were on horseback and circled the briarpatch stabbing at the briar-torn little boy, laughing and cursing. George W. early joined the Confederate army and his family left, as were others to the mercy of the Union troops and the Jayhawkers. Once when he had crept home gaunt and ill with a fever, she (Jane) had fed, bathed and cared for him. As she sat sewing on a suit of clothes for him, she heard horses. Quickly she hid him between the featherbed and straw-tick. The Jayhawkers came in demanding to know where he was, running their sabers into the featherbed---luckily they missed him-he scooted against the wall. One fellow grabbed the suit she was making, but she held on--Spunky little thing that she was! He drug her all across the floor, slung her down and drew fire from the fireplace setting the house on afire. She put out the fire, saved the suit, and her husband. She waited to be sure the men were gone before she knew he was unharmed. That was surely the time he had been a prisoner of the Union Army, he escaped and when he got home was too weak to climb the fence. The boys ran and let the rails down so he could step over. Jane spun and dyed and wove the cloth for George's suit. She was always proud and an independent woman. She was blind as was a son George W. (Washington). I've been told they dug medicinal roots and were blilnded by that. Her little hands were badly drawn. When "Sis" (Elizabeth) was badly burned, she beat out the flames with her hands, then drew water from the well until the skin of ther hands hung in shreds. Grandma and Sis asked Uncle Jess to eat breakfast with them the morning Sis was burned. They were upset because a hen hopped up on the doorstep and crowed. A crowing hen foretold a bad happening in pioneer days. Uncle Jess drank a cup of coffee, went on his way. He had stopped by early. Grandma went out to milk, do the morning chores. Sis was busy at housework when her heavy skirt sung out and caught fire form the fireplace. The linsey woolsey skirt and petticoats burning she ran out and ran until she fell. She lived long enough to say the was what the hen crowing foretold." Source: Aunt Chloe told me (?) about George W. going to Illinois. I've written it almost as she told it. Mother told about the Jayhawkers running Grandpa into the briars and Little Grandma hiding George W. in the bed.
End of Story
Mary was living with Mary Ann and Seburn Holt, my Great Grandparents, when she died in Myrtle, Oregon County Missouri.
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