"Well-Known Citizens of the County: Daniel D. Nickle, Nickleville"

Franklin Evening News or Venango Citizen Press, 9 Dec 1909

Courtesy Ira C. Nickle, Helen Myers Ray, Ruth McCord, JoAn Nickle, Nadyne Nickle

In a handsome, farm-like residence, overshadowed with the spreading branches of a somber pine, standing near a much-traveled highway and within a few minutes' walk of the business section of Nickleville, there resides Daniel D. Nickle, who, if he lives until April 15, 1910, will have reached the age of 92. More than a century has been added to time since his parents, William and Hannah Nickle, from their log cabin in Center county, witnessed the departure of their neighbors for the sparsely-settled regions of western Pennsylvania. But it was not until the year 1819, a year after the birth of Daniel, that they took up the trail over the Allegheny Mountains which finally led them to the land where many of their friends had gone, built log cabins and begun the wresting from a mighty wilderness of the beautiful farms that are now seen throughout Venango county. As the region ‘round and about Nickleville is a rolling plateau, William Nickle, upon arriving at this point, selected a heavily-timbered tract, now the site of Nickleville, and began the home-building in the wilderness. Here these worthy pioneers lived and died, the old homestead falling to their son, Daniel, the last survivor of the twelve children born to them. When grown to manhood, Daniel was united in marriage to Miss Mary Ann Myers, daughter of George and Eleanor (Burns) Myers. Eight children were the fruits of this union. Those living are Oliver and Solomon, ordained ministers of the M. E. faith, and Mrs. John Donaldson and Mrs. Lovel Pryor, of Richland township.

Respected by both old and young for the many qualifications essential to the making of a true man, Daniel D. Nickle, in the evening of his life, can look back over the pathway trodden during his long pilgrimage here, with its sunshine and shadows, and say: “I have wronged no man.” With child-like faith, he, in his early youth, chose the right way, his name being enrolled in the membership book of the Nickleville Presbyterian church, he taking great interest in the affairs of the church, especially in the Sunday school, where, until compelled by a partial infirmity to resign, he was the teacher of the Bible class for twenty years.

Though of a retiring nature, Mr. Nickle keeps thoroughly posted on national, as well as county, affairs, believing it is every voter's duty to go to the polls and vote according to the dictates of his conscience.

In conversation with his aged brother, it was learned that he was the oldest resident of the county to sit in the juror's box. “I was 83 years old at the time,” said Mr. Nickle, “and it came about in this manner: I was visiting at the home of Hon. George S. Criswell. Judge Criswell asked me if I would serve if drawn. Answering in the affirmative, he had my name placed in the wheel, and that is how I came to serve.”

The above photograph of Mr. Nickle was taken in the shade of a pine tree planted by him more than fifty years . . .