You may visit but you can't stay. All the people are gone.

I grew up in Fairfield, watched it go away and become a memory. Today, boaters slither to and fro, perhaps knowing a town once was there. Perhaps not. In any event, they don't care. Maybe none of us should care.

My mother and step-dad took these photos a few years before they left the valley. They were the last to go. Why they took these pictures may strike you as odd. Knowing them, however, they may have sensed that someday, somebody would want to see Fairfield.

Open a door to the past and step into a town that died and left no obituary.

Until now. So, click on the bridge and visit some old friends. (Toot your horn once.)

-- John C. Updike

Proud graduate of F.G.S., 1960

About me, if you care

I have added newspaper clippings that have been lying around since, well, since they were new. Also, 2011 Reunion. Some exciting church stuff HERE.


I've added unique Parsonage shots. HERE. NO-where else can you find this stuff!

And if you know who took the rock, tell somebody!



Click HOTSHOTS to get a glimpse of Jerry Thackrey's personal basketball letter. Thanks, Pinoch!

WHERE'S FAIRFIELD? WHY, IT'S RIGHT HERE!


We are a part of little Indiana.
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