From a Eaton, OH Register
BACK TO OLD HOME
Nathaniel McAdams Writes From Champaign County
Cabel, O. Dec. 21, 1916 
Editor Register:
	After having lived in your community for thirty years I have returned to the home of my boyhood, in and about Kings Creek, Champaign County, Ohio, where I was born November 10th, 1833, after an absence of 42 years.  Yes, I find somewhat of a change in the appearance of the country in general.  It looks like a different country to me, caused by the removal of the timber which was very heavy 50 years ago;  now the land is cleared and in place of the little log cabin and log barn a large frame structure now stands, with the silo nerby.  I find the roads changed, but in good condition.  I find most of my old acquaintances have passed the beyond; take the Taylors, Norths, Reads, Moffetts, Maryans, Masons, Stewards, Maddens, Woodwards, Coffeys, Saxbes, Platts, Yocums, Perrys, Igons, Youngs. I find them all gone secept Mrs. Sarah Reams, whose maiden name was Maddan, Mark Morgan, Wm. Yocum, Wm. Saxbe, Joseph Coffey and the Harlans.
	I had the pleasure of meeting as well as recognizing, Mr. Harmon Harlan soon after returning to the home of my youth, and found him hale and hearty.  I well remember the last time I saw Mr. Harlan; it was in 1861, and in the top of an apple tree trimming the tree; then I also found Samuel McAdams, Sr.  All of those I have mentioned were the playmates of my boyhood days.  When I meet with any of the old boys and look back and think of the intervening time, and that this space of time covers four generations, it causes me to think I have been here a good long time, and it can't be long until I too will be called to the great beyond.  Yet when I meet and talk to any of the boys of the times we used to congregate in the harvest field, when the boys would whet up their cradles preparing for the day's work, and we would start in one after another steady as clock work, until one in whetting his cradle would give "double click" by striking both sides of the blade with his whetstone, which meant I challenge any or all comers to a race; then it was that the fun would commence; them it was that brawn and muscle would be put to the test.  As I said when I see and talk to the boys of these time it seems but yesterday, and in imagination I am back to the day so my youth again.
	I am here among my children who consist of Mrs. Evan Perry, Sr., Mrs. Samuel McAdams, Jr., and Mrs. Thomas Thompson, who has one daughter, Mrs. George Miller, in Dunkirk, Ind.  I have living 26 grand and 22 great-grandchildren, yet I am seemingly alone since the death of Mrs. McAdams.
	I expect to winter up here and perhaps in the spring will return to Eaton, if I am not called upon to make that journey from whence no treaveler returneth.
						N.R. McAdams