The Peffley, Peffly, Pefley Families in America, A historical and genealogical record of the Peffley, Peffly and Pefley families from 1729-1938; Published in 1938, By May Miller Frost and Clarence Earl Frost

Call Number: R929.2 P375

642 - REBECCA ANN IMEL (dau. of No.640) married FRANCIS J. NICKEL, born at Marshal, Ind., May 2nd, 1858. Frank has been farmer, school teacher and carpenter. Retired now.

Address (as of 1938); Franklin St., Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, Indiana

"Annie's father died before she was born. She was a dreamy child, unusual in many ways. She taught school for a few years, then married Francis Nickel. She had a lovely little daughter, Faith Elizabeth, who died in her 11th year. This was such a crushing blow to Annie that the world held no joys for her after that. She spent her time writing poetry. The little girl, Faith, was gifted in writing for one so young; Annie had her poems and the child's published in 1900." - Josephine Imel.

Issue: Born near Whitesville, Ind.

1 - FAITH ELIZABETH NICKEL, b. 9-9-1888, d. 2-3-1900, buried Harshbarger cem. (Poems by permission of Frank Nickel)

NIGHT

'Tis evening and softly the shadows creep Over this world of ours; The sighing wind must the vigil keep O'er leaflets and tender flowers.

The bright sun has sunken sweetly to rest And peaceful night comes on; She comes in soft dark draperies dressed To calm the busy throng

Of mankind working all day long - Earth's mission to fulfill; She throws her curtain o'er rich and poor, O'er lowland and craggy hill.

O, busy man, what wouldst thou do, Were it not for night's sweet balm? She drives away thy pain and care With her great, glorious calm.

As I sit and think of thy virtues great, Sweet resting time of mortals, I seem to catch a gleam of light From the fair heavenly portals. - Faith Nickel, age 10 years.

BEAUTIFUL ICE GEMS

I arise this lovely morning, And O, my heart beats glad - A deep thrill passes through my soul To find the earth all clad In Nature's charming ice robe! O, beautiful the sight! Sad thought, that noon-tide's warming rays Such loveliness may blight!

The trees are decked in jewels, On which the sun shines bright, And every tiny ice-gem Sends out a ray of light. Each blade of grass is crystallized By Nature's own firm hand! The cedar hedge is formed into A sparkling icy band!

Each spot of ground that looked so bare And dark on yester e'en, Is now a glassy tablet fair; A truly lovely scene. The wind doth sway the branches, And down the ice it hurls, To lie in scattered beauty, Like broken string of pearls. R. Annie Imel Nickel.