Birth: May 20, 1845, Illinois.
Author.1880 census state that Pennsylvania was is birth state.
Death: Mar. 28, 1923,Nash, Grant County,Oklahoma.
Parents: Daniel Thomas Childs (1812 - 1880), Rhena Wilbur Childs (1807 - 1891).
Wife: Anna Catherine Prettyman Childs (1852 - 1924).
Author 1880 census, state Aisa C. Childs, was his wife.
Children: Charles Henry Childs (1867 - 1943), Oliver Wilbur Childs (1873 - 1958), Ethel B. Childs Edmonds (1891 - 1962),
Author. 1880 census state there was also William T.Childs and Mary L.Childs
Siblings: Martha L Childs (1834 - 1889), Hervy Wilbur Childs (1835 - 1930),Susanna M Childs Stevenson (1836 - 1914), Thomas D Childs (1842 - 1862),John Henry Childs (1845 - 1923), William Obidiah Childs (1847 - 1881). Note: Shared stone with Annie C. Childs - Father
Burial: New Home Cemetery, Nash, Grant County,Oklahoma.
It is not known to this author when Mr.Childs came to Kansas. It was not long after the Civil War. He settled in Grant township, his post office address was Wells, Kansas, He was a Farmer of Ottawa county Kansas. He was also a Civil War Veteran, being in the Fiftieth Illinois Infantry Company E.
If all was quiet, would fill our sacks, throw them into the water, take hold of them with our teeth or two of us, with it fastened to a rail and tow it across, dress ourselves and, with the assistance of our comrades, carry it to camp and live fine. But the Major never knew of it. He didn't know as much, in that respect, as some other officers did. but we never thought the less of him for that. The corn, fruit and vegetables thus procured and lavishly used, brought the flush of health to many a worn and wasted cheek, and better than medicine from surgeon, set anew the rich, hot blood of health flowing through the veins.
Page 544, John H. Childs was better known as "Frosty." It seems to us that Frolicking Jack would have been more appropriate, as he was always full of fun. He also was a resident of Camp Point, a recruit of October 1803, went with the regiment to the end. He was a great friend of our old mill. How cheerfully he would ease the task when, having been detailed to grind on it after a 20 mile march, by singing.
"Here I am. Oh come here Bill",
"And help me grind Old Hanna's mill."