I have actually been to Coshockton. My grandmother married a man that had a dairy farm outside of Coshockton. She out lived three husbands, he being the third. They met on an AID trip to Poland and had a whirlwind romance over there and came home and got married.
He was a great guy and I got to learn how to drive a tractor, put up corn and drink hard cider that fall. Had the best steaks for 'dinner' (what I called lunch is dinner on the farm) that I've ever had. Melt in your mouth tender and good.