teabright
LostCousins Member
My journey into genealogy began with being curious about my surname, which is now my maiden name, "Horobin".
My father was English and he had two different people tell him that they thought it was Russian - one of them thought it could mean "container" and the other thought it could be Russian Jewish, meaning "pestilence". Hmmm. Many years later, my former boss who was multilingual, said that "Horobin" means "the container that holds gunpowder" in Russian, which I actually think is rather fun.
The internet was just making an entrance and the only LDS family history center was in the midst of a maze of freeway that kept me away for fear I would end up in a dangerous part of that town. Although there were no large genealogy websites in the very beginning, I found various genealogy groups and societies to contact, and kind people would send me snippets from censuses or BMD records.
I managed to trace my Horobin line to the 1500s, only because there was a recorded land dispute on the farm in the Peak District that they lived on and off for hundreds of years. In the end, I found out that the Horobin surname is most likely an Anglo Saxon name meaning "grey robin" or "frost (hoar) robin", which is much nicer than "pestilence", isn't it?
As family research goes, it's never ending, because one curiosity leads to another, and it's an endless puzzle and treasure hunt as the branches keep growing.
My father was English and he had two different people tell him that they thought it was Russian - one of them thought it could mean "container" and the other thought it could be Russian Jewish, meaning "pestilence". Hmmm. Many years later, my former boss who was multilingual, said that "Horobin" means "the container that holds gunpowder" in Russian, which I actually think is rather fun.
The internet was just making an entrance and the only LDS family history center was in the midst of a maze of freeway that kept me away for fear I would end up in a dangerous part of that town. Although there were no large genealogy websites in the very beginning, I found various genealogy groups and societies to contact, and kind people would send me snippets from censuses or BMD records.
I managed to trace my Horobin line to the 1500s, only because there was a recorded land dispute on the farm in the Peak District that they lived on and off for hundreds of years. In the end, I found out that the Horobin surname is most likely an Anglo Saxon name meaning "grey robin" or "frost (hoar) robin", which is much nicer than "pestilence", isn't it?
As family research goes, it's never ending, because one curiosity leads to another, and it's an endless puzzle and treasure hunt as the branches keep growing.
