My grandparents inherited an old log cabin on 40 wooded acres, located in Amish country in middle Ohio, from an elderly couple who had no children. The husband worked with my grandfather in a factory in the city and they became good friends. You can still see the roof of the cabin today on Google maps satellite. My grandparents used to take us 4 cousins to spend the weekend there occasionally during the summer. We were all nearly the same age. The cabin was small, about 16x24, two floors with a pull down disappearing staircase. Had a two seater outhouse and the only water came out of a pipe from the side of a hill, but it did have electricity. Of course no AC so sleeping was not good upstairs in the summer---no ventilation, strange bed, strange sleeping partners, and listening to grandpa snore. It's hard to determine how old the cabin is, I believe the logs were hand hewn (squared) but it didn't have a fireplace, only a pot-bellied wood stove.
One mile up the road, at an area called French Ridge, is a small monument to
Fort Fizzle. It was the site of a skirmish between Union troops and residents of the area because they were resisting the draft during the Civil War. Soldiers with horses and artillery rode by train to Napoleon, OH (now called Glenmont), about 2 miles from the cabin in the opposite direction of French Ridge. The troops marched from Glenmont to French Ridge, but when they got there the resisters fled into the woods---hence the name Fort Fizzle. One of the leaders of the rebellion was named Laurant Blanchat. The shortest route from Glenmont to French Ridge was a gravel road going right by my grandfather's property. An 1875 map shows two other Blanchats owning land between Glenmont and the cabin, as well as Laurent's property near the monument. There was one other longer route, but I like to imagine the troups marching right by my grandfather's cabin.
I haven't been back there for at least 50 years. The property is still in the family, and one cousin talked briefly about trying to have a reunion there one day, but one died recently, and the other two live hundred's of miles away, as do I. I'm sure that idea will fizzle out, too. To me, the history of parcels of land is as interesting as family trees, maybe more so. This is the only picture I have of the cabin, with my grandparents, taken some time in the 60s: