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Old Fairfield is an Indiana blog that will tell you something you probably didn’t know: Old Fairfield was an Indiana town that was flooded way back when. On purpose.
For the sake of progress or having a fishin’ hole closer to home, whatever the real reason is for flooding a town, John is committed to unearthing Old Fairfield history, the stomping ground of his childhood.
His website will make you laugh and, for some of you, remember the days of Old Fairfield in Franklin County. It’s a touching tribute to the town that’s now forever gone–though not forgotten.
Indiana Blogs: Old Fairfield, Indiana
Why did you start Old Fairfield?
In a chance event, I once asked my late aunt if she had any pictures of the old town. That was in the summer of 2003. She shrugged and said there was a box of stuff in the closet that she was about to throw out. Slides and a projector. I was welcome to it.
I took it home and my friend and I decided one evening to get the stuff out. We hooked up the projector (this thing was old!) and a sheet on the TV cabinet, and proceeded to go through the stuff. I didn’t recognize any of it at first.
Then I said, “turn that one around. That’s our house!” After an hour of blundering through the stuff, I realized I had pictures that my mother had taken in the middle 60s, before the town was inundated. I guess she had a premonition that somebody would someday want it. My aunt had no idea what was in the box. She had some slides of a trip she and my uncle had taken in Canada.
From that, I decided to build the website, complete with my own memories. I threw it at the wall in the Franklin County Historical Society and let it go at that.
The origins of any of this tend to be a tad more complicated than that and we might suffice it to say that either luck, coincidence, or fate brought a lot of bubbles to the surface. As a result, I learned that there were people “out there” who cared about this.
What is Old Fairfield? Can you share a bit of the history with readers who may be unfamiliar with it?
Fairfield was a nondescript village in the valley in the east fork of the Whitewater River, Franklin County, north of Brookville. It was inundated in the late 60s, early 70s by a federal flood control project.
The Brookville Lake fills most of that valley now. Well, all of it.
What are three of your most favorite articles on your site?
Nearly all the content on the pages is my own, based on memories from my youth. I spent my entire childhood in Fairfield and left in the late 60s to go to college. As far as favorite articles, I’d rank them:
- An essay I did for a book that was published in 2008 as part of the Brookville bicentennial. http://www.fairfieldindiana.com/FAIRFIELD.pdf (please copy and paste the link into your browser, it’s a .pdf)
- The one that most people like the best is some remembrances of “characters” who I remembered. All little towns have these people: Fairfield Characters
- Nearly everything else carries a similar theme but I try to mention people in a positive light. Not always. You Kids, Stay Out of Trouble!
The project has taken on a sense of urgency but, as well, a sense of purpose. We actually look for ways to invite people to share their thoughts on Fairfield.
Many people from back home who actually do NOT remember the town are in a way a little sad that they didn’t. Truth was, when it was there, nobody much cared and it wasn’t generally “bad news” that the dam was going to be constructed.
Understand, this project was promoted as flood control AND recreation. An economy was about to be formed. The 200 families in the valley were in the way of that. Cincinnati didn’t care about us. Neither did Brookville.
These days, my interest is in furthering the idea that the history of the small towns in the county are recorded in some way. Sadly, most people who live in those towns don’t live there for the same reason we did in the 50s. We lived there because we … LIVED there.
People just have houses in these towns now. Their lives are elsewhere. There are no schools, no community events, no ice cream socials. The world is different. We had 3 TV channels and a small blacktop basketball court.
Why that matters is that the dozens of other towns that also have a history aren’t going away next year. No dam is going to be built. There’s no reason to remember anything because it will still be there tomorrow. If not, somebody took a photo.
We learned that, yes, somebody DID take photos and that’s all we have now. That and our memories. But understand that we did not take any of this seriously either at the time. We moved away.
It took time and a peculiar sense of “divine intervention” to bring all this together. In that respect, we are fortunate to have gathered what history we do have. A lot of this was stashed in somebody’s attic for 40 years and if it wasn’t thrown out, it got wet when the roof leaked.
We gather every year for a town reunion and our numbers are dwindling. Our memories are fading. But we have a reason to go home now.
If you know somebody who has the energy, start building a town website. Locate its history and send it into the cloud. You never know who might care.
Browse the site. I notice lately that the apostrophes are being replaced by system ? symbols. That’s happened very recently. I shudder at the prospect of having to edit all of them.
Indiana History: The Story of a Town
Does Old Fairfield make you want to dig through the photos and mementos of your childhood? Same here. I’d like to know who took the old church bell. Do you know? Special thanks to John for sharing Old Fairfield with us.
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Jessica: Thanks so much for allowing me to share Fairfield with little Indiana. I hope to work with you further on digging up some of the fun facts of Franklin-Union county histories. That part of the state is where Indiana began and we’ve unearthed some very interesting characters and stories. I’ve gone back through the website and corrected a few missing or broken links. I hope those issues won’t burden the surfer.
And our message is ongoing: Spread the word. You kneffer nose who might be interested.
John, Valparaiso
What a great story! While we do not have dams coming and drowning our little towns, it is my opinion that the consolidation of schools has been just as damaging to small towns. Sigh…. I even yearn for the good ol’ days. Makes me glad I live in a county with one red-yellow-green stop light, and one fast food chain store: Subway. The big town isn’t too far away, but I like the smallness of where I live. It lets you think BIG thoughts.
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Lana: There’s a lot of romance about the times “back when” every township had its own school, its own team and its own history. Schools were the heartbeat of the community.
I still think that the dropout rate and accompanying lack of “real” education is connected to the lack of community interest in the consolidated county school.
Sad truth: The township schools were not very efficient, but they left better memories.
Thanks John for being a featured blogger! I LOVE the story of Old Fairfield–who knew we had a buried town like that here in the Hoosier state?
John–I think I’d agree with that, too.
Actually, there is another similar situation — the town of Somerset in Wabash County was flooded about the same time for the Mississinewa River project. There are differences and similarities, though I’ve never been there to explore.
My parents were involved in that because those folks were going through it before we did. But the site (and foundations) of the old town is visible now when the lake is down and I’ve not seen much written about it. I did find an historical society site where folks ask and answer questions. Somerset was literally moved up the hillside, I believe, which was a different outcome than was Fairfield.
I think, if I look, I have some pictures of the Somerset project.
I have at times thought about connecting to those folks but as years go by, I find less need for that. They have their own history and memories. Perhaps they will see this and participate. Of course, if I have pictures, I have a piece of their history, don’t I? Drat, now I feel like doing something about it.
You owe me a sweet roll!
Just don’t get me going on Milan, which would bring up Kitchel.
John
Hi, I have fond memories of living in Fairfield! My brother, Ted, and I attended 1st and 2nd grade there! we lived near the school across from Hershel & Hazel Klein (Harold & Carol were our playmates) I remember the grocery store on the corner. I remember the bread truck that would come and you could walk in and buy goodies; also, milk was delivered to your door! those were the good old days! I think Mrs. Conway was my teacher back then-I do still have some report cards from then. My dad worked for Fry Roofing in Brookville and was going to transfer to California when I was in 2nd grade. He actually sold our home and we went out there but my mom was pregnant and was not happy so far from her relatives so we came back to Brookville! I wish we could still visit Fairfield-I have enjoyed looking at your pics! I’ll have to see if I have any pics from back then!
What a nice memory.
I may have to connect you to John, the owner of the Old Fairfield Blog. I think he’d like to hear from you!