Mike - while I am not related, at least to my knowledge thus far, to the AMICK family they certainly were named amongst my early WAUGHTEL families of Jennings County. Have you by chance seen or read SCIPIO, INDIANA: Threads From The Past by Margaret Read MacDonald. This is a very good book, and Margaret is an AMICK descendant herself. She signed my copy of her book as "Margaret Read MacDonald daughter of Mildred Amick Read. The book is in great form genealogy-wise as you can pick out names, and also a bit humorous, giving day-by-day accounts in some instances, excerpts from the Plain Dealer, etc. I have thoroughly enjoyed it. It also has pictures of AMICK named persons, group shots. It also has a poem, which names many persons by either given or surnames and I would like to add it here. I hope no one gets upset over such a lengthy bit - but I love this little old poem entitled THE LITTLE TOWN OF SCIPIO Down in southern Indiana, on the old J.M. & I, There's a town in Jennings County that I'll cherish till I die. To you 'tis but a simple village, just like others that you know; but to me there is no other half so dear as Scipio. When my gentle loving Mother tasted death to give me birth, It was there by heaven's mercy that I came upon this earth; There my sould received the blessinf of a Christian Mother's love, There, returned I, full of sadness after she had gone above. Starting out upon life's journey, I was taught the Golden Rule, And I learned of Master's goodness in the Bethel Sunday School. Not in city school or college did my mind begin to grow, I received my education in the town of Scipio. Can I 'ere forget those school days in the school house on the hill, Or my teachers, dear, and schoolmates -- Oft in dreams I see them still; See again my little sweetheart with her curls and smiling face, How my heart was filled with sadness were she absent from her place. She is absent now forever and my heart is sad always, But I thank my blessed Master for the memory of those days. Thank Him too that He kept her face free sorrow, want and sin; Glad for the days we spent together, sad for those that might have been. Come, let's take the hand of Memory; let her lead us back again Hark! We're whistling for the Station, now we're getting off the train. See the funny little Depot, and there's old Abe Elston's Mill, Yonder mid the trees and flower beds is my home upon the hill. Who is that small man down yonder taking baggage from the car? Why, he's my Uncle Charlie, don't you see his big cigar? And that man who has the mail sack, you've forgotten him, you say? Think again, don't you remember? Sure you do, that's old Bill Day No, that isn't old Abe Martin, chewing long green just like candy, Can it be you have forgotten our town character -- John Andy Go to Johnson's, Frank Milholland's, or to Amick's notion store, You will probably find John Andy on the bench beside the door. Let us follow the procession down the hill past Kiefer's Hall, Here is where we coast in winter, so be careful, lest you fall. These rocks are such uncertain footing, don't slip of the bridge of logs! Hell! -- there's Uncle Dick with basket going dow to feed his hogs. See that church upon the hill? -- That's the one I love so well! Good old Uncle Dick is sexton, perhaps he'll let us ring the bell! When we go there on the morrow how I love to hear it ring And to feel the old church quiver, rattling lamps and everything. Up around the hill we follow, Tom Johnson's new abode, Till we come upon the Main Street better known as the State Road. Johnson's Store is on the corner, Frank Milholland's across the way. On the porch sits Charley Miller, Jack Shinolt and Santa Day. Down the street come old Dave Petrie, Jason Hulse and Henry Brown. Who is that man with the whiskers" He's the doctor of the town! He lives on that other corner, Shorty Phillips is his son, Just tease Shorty about his father if you want to have some fun! Let us hesitate at Amick's just to look at all the men in there, Tom Green seated on a soap box and John 'Connell in a chair. Billy Stites is hoppin' round as busy as can be, While Ozzie Waddell just dropped in to see who he could see. Over by the wareroom is Zeb and Kenny Clapp Who 'lows as how the price of hogs will take another drop. Zeb says, sez he, "Well, let 'em drop, my barn is full of grain, I'll get mine fat and wait until the price goes up again. John Waughtel tells of catching fish down at the old mill dam, Whe he and Bike just put out a line and baited it with ham. He says, "By heck! -- There 'haint no use of fishin with a pole When all you've got to do is set a trout line 'crost some hole!" Dan Hutchings has just found a man who hasn't heard the yarn Known by everyone in town about how Mark Clapp built his barn! He was so slow in building it, just three years, so they say, That by the time he got the roof on, the foundation stones gave way. John Hammant leans against a case and overlooks the bunch And on a cracker barrel enjoying the free lunch Sits George Shinoil; while just outside the door is Riar Roe Drunk as usual and cursing every man in Scipio. Down the street now we will wanter past Abe Kiefer's blacksmith shop, To the grassy banks of Sand Creek -- at the covered bridge we'll stop To carve our name upon the timbers; then we'll go across the bridge Up around the old stone quarry to a house upon the ridge. 'Tis the home and Nil and Bertie, always welcome there you'll be -- Many a happy day I've spent there, underneath the spreading tree, "Fairview", that is what we call it, for when looking down below You can view across the water the fair town of Scipio. Back to town when shades are falling, weary footsteps now we turn Night is gathering o'er the village. See the lights begin to burn? Stars are twinkling in the heavens and the moon its silver light Gently sheds, as if caressing, softening the robes of night. Hear the frogs down in the meadow and the splashing of the stream, -- Can you picture a scene more peaceful" (even in a dream?) Sleep thow well, O peacefull village -- far from city's strife and care-- None but God can know the greatness of my love that's buried there. Thru this quiet peacefull village once again we wend our way To the home so dea in memory, at the closing of the day; Kind and patient Father waits to greet his son--he has no other-- And my sisters, dear, are glad to see again their only brother. Morning dawns so bright and cheerful, hear the birds so sweetly sing As if knowing it is Sunday--soon the old church will will ring. Let us hasten to the church house and we'll wait beneath the tree. --Here comes George across the lot and just behind hime, Claude and Lee. Fred and Bert, then Blanche and Ernest, cousing Charley, Jay and Tell... Harlan Hulse comes with his sisters, Lucy, Lottie, Matt and Dell. Clyde and Bert drive up together from the farm down on Sand Creek ... Shorty Phillips comes 'arunning, and behind him Bob and Dick Now the older folks are coming--Sunday School will soon begin-- Here comes Tom & Sally Johnson, and Flo Whitcomb just went in, Newt & Billy Stites together, now come strolling thru the gate, Down State Road comes Pink Amick--if he don't hurry he'll be late! late! --Guy, with little brother Mitchell, now comes up to join the crown, --Darned if Mitch ain't got long pants on! -- it's no wonder he's so proud! Over there is Roy Draper, Harley Clapp and Alah Green ... And just back of John E. Amick are two familiar faces seen ... --Lucy Hulse and Laura Tanner! -- Over there among the girls Is Nellie Hutchings--like a diamond sitting between tow Pearls ... Newt Clapp taps the bell for oder. Let us see who is to play! --In the absence of Grace Hutchings, he has called upon Henry Corya ... Look at Hege at the organ! --Hear the voices sweet and low Led by Johnson with his tenor, and Clara Amick's strong alto... How I love that dear old son, "Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me"... Little did my young heart know of the life's tempestuous sea... Or the dangers of the rocks and the false lights of the land That will wreck our fragile bark without Jesus' guiding hand ... This kind memory permits me to go back throu the years of care To the happy days of boyhood and my sweetheart waiting there. --Can I 'ere forget the pleasure of those days of long ago? --Can I ever cease to love thee -- little town of Scipio. Antoinette waughtel@oz.net Mike Phillips wrote: > I am searching for a descendant of a Samuel Amick. He lived his early years in Jennings County, and later years in Hendricks County. Does anyone have him in your family file? > > Mike Phillips > Lee's Summit, Missouri > http://www.genealogy.com/genealogy/users/p/h/i/Michael-L-Phillips/