I have a massive scrapbook filled with dull, tedious, process government yawn about the years and years that preceded the inundation of the valley. But I did find a few clippings about some of the folks in the valley, a few photographs from the various newspapers ... mainly Richmond, Cincinnati and Indianapolis.

A few specialty papers carried stories, as did the Brookville and Liberty papers. Too much stuff, not much real movement. The construction of a dam doesn't happen overnight. It happens one comma at a time, one paragraph a month. One congressional comment a week.

Throughout all the mind-numbing process, decades later, it remains difficult to separate reality from fact: Fairfield residents, faced with losing their homes and history, were not an important part of the process. The rest of the world did not feel that fear. Or that finality. They only pretended to care. Fair market value.

Amid that pile of clippings, tattered and yellow, pointless now in real value, there were tidbits, pasted to crumbling pages, of the names of residents in the valley ... ... making a real estate transaction with the United States of America. This one is particularly telling. Losing the school and the church ... we lost our sense of value AND our soul.

Divided, Joan Chapman writes
Unhappy, they claimed
Exempted for a year
A somewhat sad report
This is the 1965 Brookville-Liberty game that has nothing to do with Fairfield
A photo of the spillway project