New Fairfield

When it became clear that Fairfield was doomed, that all the court fights and alternate plans either lost or ignored, a few folks, my parents included, got the bright idea to relocate Fairfield “on the hill.”

More accurate: “On the hell hill.”

Carl Huber and Herschel Klein owned a chunk of land on a hill at the south end of town, up a long gravel road that led nowhere. That’s pretty much where Fairfield was headed.

Some others thought relocating the town in the area where Butcher’s farm pond sat was a better idea. That would have been just south of the old Fairfield Redbud.

Leroy Stevens led that charge and even had his house hauled up there.

The real, other new Fairfield inevitably survived, but it wasn’t without a fight.

We needed roads, water and … geez … a sense of propriety.

We did get roads of a sort, dirt at first, a form of gravel later on and … soon, we built a house. The Davidsons moved in from south of town where they had a farm. Mac Davidson built a house, and so did his parents. MacArthur Davidson should be granted sainthood.

Charles and Lucille Shepler already lived up there, in an old farmhouse. Carl and Ruth Huber were both aging, but they were nice.

Getting in and out of the place was frequently a nightmare.

The Schwegmann house was moved in after a road was cut through a creek bed to accommodate it. I could have bought a "lot" for about $200. No thanks.

Understandably, it was all a gamble. The causeway linking the west and east sides of the proposed lake was only a promise. Without it, New Fairfield would have been New Hole on Top of the Hill.

I’ve visited New Fairfield a few times and it seems a peaceful place, devoid of any real personality. Perhaps it doesn’t need that.