This is the school shortly after it was closed. The students were then sent to Brookville.

First- and second-grade students were in the room to the front left. Left, rear was grades 3-4-5. To the right, grades 6-7-8. The hallway went all the way through. Restrooms and boiler room were in the right rear.

Across the street and in the image at the bottom of this page was the playground.

In the back was the ball diamond. Next to that was a dump -- NO LIE! Beyond the ball diamond to the west was the Doerflein farm.

“Fairfield will shine tonight”

“Fairfield will shine tonight,

Fairfield will shine.

She’ll shine in beauty bright

All down the line.

Won’t we look neat tonight,

Dress’d up so fine?

When the sun goes down

And the moon comes up,

Fairfield will shine.”

The curious essence of this entire adventure is to cultivate my memories and perhaps pass on a little more than just gas about the little town. These images bring out more memories than is perhaps good for me, but it also pays to remember that I still have all my grade school report cards, except 6th grade. I’ve scanned in one of them. You can tell somewhere on the thing that I HAD learned to print my own name.
*Inclined to mischief.*

Take a peek.

This was the old school,
which stood generally where the basketball court (below) was located.

A publication that includes hundreds of FGS pictures and stories is available at the public library in Brookville. Check it out! HERE'S THEIR WEBSITE

Some fodder:

Fairfield Elementary School was a three-room school. About 100 students in eight grades attended. Teacher turnover was pretty high.

We DID have indoor plumbing.

Peg Meyer was the county nurse and checked us for TB and ringworm and other illnesses.

Heavily laden with asbestos, such a building could not exist today.

Some teachers who made a mark on the student population:

Helen Beesley, who taught first and second grades for many years.

Norena Key, who loved Fairfield so much she didn’t want to leave.

C. Ray Clark, who taught one year, left and came back the following year because he said he had “unfinished business.”

Chet Bosse, a wonderful old guy. I have his photo (with Kathryn) here and here handy.

And here is a picture of Bob Mode, who replaced Mr. Bosse for one year.

Hazel Klein, who lived in Fairfield and taught there because it needed to be done. Her husband Herschel sold me my first car, a ‘56 Chevy, for $150, which was WAY too much money.

Let's talk softball!
Let's talk WINNING!
Let's talk madness!
Jerry Larson sends me his Mom's 1940 report card!

Home of the Fairfield Hotshots.

Eldon Cornelius impressed us one day with a dunk shot.