I never knew her only what my mother told me that she was her favorite older sister. She was sweetest most amiable and beautiful girl with a porcelain face and gorgeous wavy auburn hair.
In the same lair as:
Brother: William Neilson Robin
Brother: Alfred Buchanan Robin
Uncle: John McIntyre
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished,marble stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh,in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday i would find this spot
And come to visit you.
Author Unknown.*
In the same lair as:
Brother: William Neilson Robin
Brother: Alfred Buchanan Robin
Uncle: John McIntyre
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished,marble stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh,in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday i would find this spot
And come to visit you.
Author Unknown.*
I never knew her only what my mother told me that she was her favorite older sister. She was sweetest most amiable and beautiful girl with a porcelain face and gorgeous wavy auburn hair.
In the same lair as:
Brother: William Neilson Robin
Brother: Alfred Buchanan Robin
Uncle: John McIntyre
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished,marble stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh,in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday i would find this spot
And come to visit you.
Author Unknown.*
In the same lair as:
Brother: William Neilson Robin
Brother: Alfred Buchanan Robin
Uncle: John McIntyre
Your Headstone stands among the rest,
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished,marble stone.
It reaches out to all who cares
It is to late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh,in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not are own.
Dear ancestor the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday i would find this spot
And come to visit you.
Author Unknown.*
Inscription
ROBIN
In loving memory of our dear daughter
Hannah aged 24 years
Died 29 Feb 1932
William and Alfred died in infancy.
Gravesite Details
STONE MUST HAVE FALLEN BACK ONTO THE GROUND
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