Marie told about the old Lapham Brick, Rev. Crabtree lived there on road 27, some said it was haunted, was a spot on the floor that could not be washed away. There were whistling sounds heard, as the story goes, that a packpeddler went in, but never came
One of the songs the Seniors sing is "Down By The Old Mill Stream", and it has a special story due to a youthful romance that began along the Blanchard River near Findlay, Ohio. A pretty girl around sixteen and a young fellow about ten years older, courted along the river on sunny afternoons, but the youthful romance did not end in a wedding, for the girl found a new beau and married him. In 1900 Tell Taylor, the young man wrote this beautiful song, he did not get the girl but he arose to fame by writing over one hundred songs, at one time he played with Al Jolson in New York, giving the world many hours of fine entertainment.

THE LAST OF THE INDIANS
It was a sad and mournful spectacle to witness these children of the forest slowly retiring from their childhood home, that contained not only the graves of revered ancestors, but also many endearing scenes. They felt that they were bidding farewell to the hill's valley's and streams of their infancy, the more exciting hunting ground of their advanced youth, as well as the stern and bloody battlefield where they had contended in their manhood, all these they were leaving behind them to be desecrated by the plowshares of the white man.
Adieu to the graves where my fathers now rest!
For I most be going afar to the West.
Adieu, ye tall oaks, in whose pleasant green shade
In childhood I rambled, in innocent played.
Adieu ye loved scenes which bind me like chains,
While on my gay pony, I chased O'er the plains.
Adieu, to the trails, which for many a year
I have traveled to spy out the turkey and deer!
Sandusky, Tymochtee and Scioto streams
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Never more shall I see you, except in my dreams.
Adieu, dear white friends, who first taught me to pr
And worship my Maker and Savior each day.
Pray for the white native, whose eyes overflow
With tears at our parting, Alas! I must go.
In Wyandot County the church is surrounded by a very old cemetery, where a few Indians are buried, among them the first converts, Between the Logs, who was quite a prater and participated in a number of Councils and Treaties. And in the cemetery is a headstone made famous by Ripley. The Wyandot moved to the West in 1843 and the church was abandoned, it was restored in 1865 and today is a National Landmark.
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Lapham
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Setting far back off the busy highway in Marion, County, west of Marion, Ohio, is a large white house which has been home for five generations of the Rhoads Family in the last century. Although the house has been modernized and passing of time has made it necessary to replace some of the building on the premises, the historical background still remains.
The Rhoads Homestead was conveyed by patent to Bethnel Virden by the United States of America in 1820. This transaction does not appear of record in Marion County, but was obtained from Washington D. C. The farm was given by will to Mr. Virden's wife, Betsy, and their two daughters et the time of his death on July 20, 1852. It was sold to Amos F. Lapham, February 27, 1866, and he in turn sold the farm to Michael Metz, on October 2, 1866. The property and land was purchased by George Rhoads, March ll, 1868, and was deeded to James Rhoads, March 25, 1875, and has been in the Rhoads Family since that time. On June 16, 1944, Harold and George Rhoads acquired this farm through purchase and sold it to Raymond and Mabel Cates Rhoads in the Spring of 1948, who are the present owners. They are the parents of five children; Myron L., Alan B., Glen R., Hal L. and Holly Sue. Thus we trust that this interesting landmark will remain in the Rhoads family many more years.
It was learned that the house was built around 1820 and had five fireplaces; three on the first floor and two on the second floor. Also, there was a grange hall and grocery store on the second floor. (It is understood that Mrs. Mary DeLong would ride a mule one and one-half miles to this grocery if only for a bag of brown sugar). The house was built facing an Indian Trail leading from Little Sandusky to Marysville. Mrs. Lovira Rhoads said she would often look out of a window and see an Indian looking in. The Delaware, Wyandot and Shawnee Indians were most prominent in this part of the country.
It is a study built house with barn sills under the floor and another sill in the attic close to the roof. The attic sill has been hollowed out by hand to form a trough which extends from one end of the house to the other end. The electrician said when wiring the house for electricity that he thought the trough was at one time used to shed water and the roof had been a thatch roof.
While the men were busy cutting wood and logs for the fireplaces, the spinning wheel was kept going inside. Mrs. Rhoads made all of their clothes, which included the Men's suits and coats and their daughter's clothes as well. The boots and shoes were very heavy and some of them were made by hand and often had copper toes.
A very interesting building on the farm was the log milk house. The logs were so large and thick that it was always cool inside even on the hottest days in summer. The floor was stone. A long through into 'which cold water was pumped twice daily served to refrigerate the milk, cream and butter. Many pounds of butter were churned and molded by two busy hands and delivered to steady customers in Marion, Ohio. The roof extended a few feet beyond the milk house. A gourd was hung on a spike nail outside on the wall by the door but it was replaced later by a tin cup. A pump was near by and when the crops were being harvested, the old tin cup was very much in demand. although, through the thoughtfulness of Mrs. Rhoads, iced tea or lemonade was ready for the men to drink, many of them would rather have a cold drink from the well. The day the old milk house was torn down it seemed as though some of the homestead went with it.
I should like very much to pay tribute to the person with the busy hands. She was a wonderful wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother and a friend to all who knew her. She was always ready and willing to help others who needed it, many times when it was an inconvenience to her. I am speaking of Mrs. Almeda (Allie) Rhoads.

MEEKER - OLD LAND MARKS
GRAND TOWNSHIP---Receive its name (Grand) from the fact that it was the largest division of the county. At this time there were quite a number of settlers, at the first election, held on June 26, 1824, twelve votes were cast for William Cochran, who was justice of the peace. The first school house built about 1827, Miss Nancy Brown was school teacher, another was Michael Vincent, a good teacher, but cross and followed the old fashioned theory that if you spared the rod you spoiled the child. Another was Thomas Lapham taught in schools made of logs, which was later torn down and moved to Scott Town.

Marie told about the old Lapham Brick, Rev. Crabtree lived there on road 27, some said it was haunted, was a spot on the floor that could not be washed away. There were whistling sounds heard, as the story goes, that a packpeddler went in, but never came out.

A pioneer of Marion County, writes on early times--The escape of Dr. Knight from a horrible death by Indians, in 1782 is recalled by finding a gun that figured in Knight's thrilling experiences.
The pioneer of this state are becoming fewer each year, and the link that connects the early days with the present will soon be lost. Our pioneers of Marion County are also becoming less each year and as time travels along, things that are related by them will become legendary to the community and coming generations.
Don't we always single out the pioneer and talk of the things and times gone by, this is not confined to the elder alone, but the young, as well, like to listen to tales of Indians life and pioneer trails. With-in our County, in the Big Island Township, lives one of our pioneers, Samuel Day, and it is a pleasure to converse with him on subjects pertaining to early times. This County has been always his home, and he has before him in memory the panorama of the wonderful development of a wooded wilderness to a productive land. We are confident our readers will pursue with interest the information, Mr. Day has to give of the early days in Marion, County. My father, Ovington Day, was one of the early pioneers of this county, having moved his family from Ross County, Ohio, in the Fall of 1823, settling in Big Island Township on the farm now owned by my brother Allen Day. The house into which we moved had been built in the year previous and is on what is known as the Old Indian trail from the Sandusky to the Mad River Country. The trail at that time was a noted Indian thoroughfare, popular to them perhaps because it ran near a never failing spring of most excellent water, situated close to where they crossed Tymochtee Creek, and in which was a badly rotted gum tree, which from its appearance had seemingly stood there for generations. The writer was at that time between four and five years of age, but can distinctly remember seeing them passing by, one behind the other when on their annual hunting excursions, as the trail lay within fifty feet of our door. They could be seen very
often in groups of a half dozen or more passing by. Our home was within five miles of the Scioto River, on either side of which was a dense forest of unbroken timber. In about the month of September they built their shanties and remained until the approach of cold weather, spending their time in killing deer, turkeys and other game, drying the meats, cutting bee trees, and digging and drying roots and herbs for the medicine man, who compounded them and dealt them out to his patients with as much pomposity as do some of our doctors who can hardly write an M.D. large enough when writing their names.
Prior to my coming here with my parents, about the year 1820 the pioneer who settled in Salt Rock Township from Clark and Champaign Counties, followed the same trail which crossed the Scioto about three miles east of La Rue at what was known as Markley's Ford, where Markley had erected a cabin shortly after the war 1812. This route was then called the Markley trail, but was afterwards called the Mechanicsburg trace. The pioneers before mentioned were Hugh V. Smith, David Smith, John and Edward Thompson, the Lapham brothers, Mahlon Marsh, Harrison and Pyton Kelley, who became prominent agriculturist of this county and left valuable estates to their many descendants. Only one man remains today in the Western part of the county who came here two years previous to my coming, who remembers the time and incidents of which I am writing.
Being a reader of the history of Crawford's campaign and defeat it might be interesting to some of you readers should I touch upon some of the incidents that happened at that time, and those who are familiar with the history of the same time Crawford was and when he was burned the Doctor was told that his fate was to be the same, but not then or here, but would be taken to the Shawnee towns, Wapatomacia or Macinchack, on the headwaters of the Mad River, east of where Bellefontaine now stands. Accordingly the next morning the Doctor and his Indian escort were started from an Indian town which is now called. Crawfordsville, seven or eight miles northwest of Upper Sandusky, and when night came the distance covered was judged by the doctor to be about twenty-five miles. When morning came and the Indians arose to build a fire the Doctor asked him to untie his hands that he might help build the fire, it was done, and as the Indian got down on his knees and elbows to blow the fire the Doctor picked up a piece of tent pole, which he said was burned to about eighteen inches in length and with all his might the Indian across the back of the head bringing him face down almost info the fire, but instantly springing to his feet went whooping and yelling and bounding away.
The Doctor picked up the Indian's gun and in haste cocked it broke the main spring, which allowed the Indian to make his escape. Knight then took the Indians gun, blanket and "hoppes" (haversack) and started almost directly east, and in his words he examined the broken lock, and finding the gun to be useless threw it to the ground and proceeded upon his journey home through unbroken wilderness. He reached the Ohio River on the 4th of July, twenty-eight days he had joined the ill-fated expedition of the lamented Crawford.
Now, having been a reader of history for the past sixty-five years and never having seen anything therein by which the spot upon which their fight could be located, which took place on that 13th day of June, 1782, I believe now that I have a clue which unravels the mystery and points out the spot, which undoubtedly is situated near the spring on Allen Day's farm, in section 6, Big Island Township, as the gun minus the stock so long ago thrown away by the Doctor has recently been plowed up by Mr. Melville Dodds and is now in his possession. In describing the same will say the barrel is thirty inches in length, the middle of which is smaller than either end, caused by rust, and is of the bell muzzle make. When in order it carried a half ounce ball. The lock is badly rusted and immovable, but shows by its superior workmanship that the maker was master of his trade.
The foregoing incident is described in Howe's History of Ohio and Butterfields History of Crawfords Campaign.


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