Fairfield

I had a great weekend celebrating a reunion of sorts in Colorado. The church where I was raised and reared, Fairfield Evangelical Covenant Church, was celebrating it's 120th anniversary. And the country school where I went my first three years of school, Fairfield School, was honored with a dedication for a monument and memorial at the site of the school.
All my living siblings and Skold first cousins were there, too, so it was a fun family mini-reunion, as well.
I was saturated in Fairfield when I grew up. We lived 16 miles in the country, so most of my socialization and training took place in that rural Swedish community. We socialized at school and church and each other's homes. A trip into town was a big deal and not all that frequent.
I loved my growing up years. I was safe and loved. Fairfield was not perfect, but it was and is home.
We had a great day on Sunday remembering and celebrating. My older daughter was able to go along with me and patiently learned more about Fairfield than she ever needed to know! My friend Cheryl from California was there, and we saved spots for each other at the same dinner table so we could catch up for a few minutes. (We really need days and days with each other.)
The church was packed to overflowing for the day. We all shared stories and memories and bonds that decades apart have not, nor will not, diminish.
So, here's to Fairfield...to its culture, its families, its church, its school, its settlers, its memories. And thanks for the memories.