Fairfield County Gothic

There is a new girl in your class. Her name is Sarah. She is blonde with long straight hair. There was another girl last year, also named Sarah, with long, straight blonde hair. They are friends, already, but you have never seen them together. You cannot tell which is which.

You swear he wasn’t wearing salmon pants a second ago.

There is a pack of housewives approaching you, fresh from a spin class. They all wear Lululemon and as they approach, they blend together and come fast, faster than you can run. They want to know where you are going to college.

It is 11pm and you drive through town. The shops are dark. The streets are empty. You are alone, so utterly alone. 

No one knows when the snows will come, but we are all powerless to stop it.

You swear your turn is coming up soon. You just can’t see it yet, because of all the leaves. You don’t remember what street this is. You don’t remember when you got on this road. All you know is you have been driving for a long, long time, and everything is so, so green. You cannot see houses. You cannot see streets. You cannot remember if you even had a life before you got on this winding expanse of green. But your turns is definitely coming soon. It has to be.

It is six months later and you realize you’re on the same road again. You did not recognize it, because the leaves are gone. You aren’t sure if they ever really existed, or if they will ever come back.

The weather has changed three times since you left the house only ten minutes ago. You do not acknowledge it. It is not your place.

The shops in town are all closing and no one knows why. They are being replaced with frozen yogurt shops.

Every day when you check your closet, you swear there’s more Vineyard Vines than when you go to bed. You don’t think you bought those Sperry’s, but you wear them every day.


Slate Run Historical Farm 2012 by Jaci Starkey

‘Glass House’ Chronicles The Sharp Decline Of An All-American Factory Town

Lancaster, Ohio, the home of the Fortune 500 company Anchor Hocking, was once a bustling center of industry and employment. At its peak following World War II, Lancaster’s hometown company was the world’s largest maker of glass tableware and employed more than 5,000 town residents.

Though Anchor Hocking remains in Lancaster today, it is a shell of its former self, and the once thriving town is beset by underemployment and drug abuse. Lancaster native Brian Alexander chronicles the rise and fall of his hometown in his new book, Glass House.

“People are genuinely struggling,” he tells Fresh Air’s Dave Davies. “The economy of the town is struggling, not because there’s high unemployment, [but] because the employment that there is all minimum wage, or even lower than minimum wage.”

Fairfield County, in which Lancaster is located, went 61 percent for Donald Trump in the presidential election — a fact that Alexander attributes to the candidate’s message of disaffection. Alexander says on Election Day one Lancaster woman told him she voted for Trump because she wanted “it to be like it was.”


It’s literally been snowing nonstop for twenty-four hours in Iowa.  Kinda of hard to get out on the road to get back to work on Forgotten Iowa when half of the highways are experiencing closings and major accidents.  Not to mention, it’s just so cold.  We’re well into the negatives this evening.

So we’re spending another weekend indoors.  I walked around a little last night and shot some photos, then again this afternoon, though.

Stay safe!

Connecticut Gothic

- you walk down the street in the subzero weather. It is also humid and there is a tornado warning. However you don’t pay attention because this is Connecticut. The weather is just an illusion created by Bob Maxon on channel 4.

- there is an urban legend where a Dunkin Donuts lurks in the shadows. All of its victims claim to have seen it out of the corner of their eye, only for it to disappear. But a few blocks later, they see it out of the corner of their eye again. Didn’t they just see that exact Dunkin Donuts? Why is that exact Dunkin Donuts a block away from where they initially saw it? Everyone is baffled by this occurrence.

-Fairfield county was a failed colony of New York. Lost to time, the colony is still attempting contact with the mother state but has since been absorbed into Connecticut’s bosom where it insists it doesn’t belong. “Hush,” whispers New Haven, “you’re one of us now.” Millions of dollars spill from Fairfield county’s sad eyes. 

 - you’re parents are both large furry white dogs. Huskies to be exact. So are everyone else’s parents. When you misbehave, basketballs fly out of their eye sockets and your parents sprout long toned legs. Your mouth unhinges like a snake and mother slam dunks one of the balls down your throat. 

 - famous residents are only remembered after a brief Wikipedia search to remind you who they actually are and if they did anything relevant. However, the angry spector of Mark Twain possess your computer. A word document opens and a satirical essay on the decline in reading and celebrity culture appears on the page. The zombie hand of Noah Webster corrects the spelling. Well done, Mark and Noah. Well done.

 - You know someone from West Over Upper Across the Bridge Southbound Windsor. You tell them you know where that is but you honestly have no idea if where you’re thinking of is West Over Upper Across the Bridge Southbound Windsor or North East End Rocky Cliff Windsor. Or one of the other 45 Windsors.


6:35 AM

I haven’t had a day off in nearly four months, so I was really looking forward to this particular Sunday morning.  No work, no responsibilities; I wasn’t needed anywhere for anything.  It was going to be beautiful to finally sleep in. I’m not overstating it, either, the concept alone was the only catalyst to see me through my entire work week.  

It was naturally a little confounding, then, to find myself awake and out of bed at 6:35 this morning.  Why was I awake?  It was as philosophically bankrupt as it was perpetually aggravating, so I decided that the only thing that actually did make sense that early in the morning was to make an event out of it.  The clouds were still hanging low in the sky from the day before, lazily making their way through the midwest and stopping in every residential pocket along the way.  A thick blanket of warm rain was about to coat the entire landscape, that much was for certain, but I’d woken up before it was ready to fall.  And since I was up and I was ready to do something, by seven AM I hit the county roads with a reckless abandon.  

One of my favorite things to do in this world is to just get lost for a little while.  I turn my cell phone off, throw a CD on in ol’ Betsy, and just enjoy the solitude.  When you drive long enough and far enough down these county roads, you can begin to feel like the only person alive in the entire universe.  There are no other sounds besides the ones your feet make as they crack the dead branches below your feet.  No human beings in overpowered vehicles.  If you get out of your car and walk through the woods, you’ll find that the trees block the wind enough that you even avoid it almost entirely, too. There’s truly nothing more instantaneously gratifying than the moment that you know you are far, far away from everything and everybody else.

I walked around for what seemed like an entire day but was really closer to three hours or so.  I snapped photos to my heart’s content.  And you know what?  I think this morning ended up being more refreshing to my soul than sleeping in would have ever been to my body.  I’ll sleep in when I’m old.

For now, give me the adventure.


I woke up to these fantastic cloud formations hanging over the landscape like bad news.  It was good news, though, for me anyway, because I hit the backroads for some lazy morning shooting.  And that’s always the best kind, you know.

Shot in Jefferson County, Iowa

This song goes out to a lady that I met on AOL one time. I used to be a real pig and back in the heyday of AOL when there were actually some curious, normal users out there, I looked up in the member directory–God, I’m such a cornball–“female, Fairfield County, Connecticut.” That’s where I lived at the time, and I just felt like if I was going to start being witty with people, and God bless the delete key ‘cause you can be anything you wanna be. I wish I could proofread what I say in real life - that would be just grand.

And I think I started out some kind of phrase like, some pickup line like, “Hey, I see in your profile that you like bedpans,” and she didn’t. But, guys, I think I figured out the secret to getting a girl’s attention-but I can’t promise what happens after that attention-but you gotta be aware of what’s kinda been done a lot-and know what’s corny, be wacky if you have to, but just don’t be corny.

Am I right ladies at all?

[whispered] I have a vagina, too.

So anyway, we met. We started talking, hanging out. She was a dental hygienist. She taught me that I should floss before I brush, not brush before I floss, just because it sounds better in that order. She gave me free toothbrushes all the time, which saved me, I don’t know, 12 bucks a year. And she was 24 and I was 19, and I really, really, really wanted it to work 'cause I thought this lady was cool. We started hanging out all the time, it was like scenes from a movie. It was great. I guess she started feeling pressure from her friends in cubicles at work- although she’s a dental hygienist, so she doesn’t have a cubicle.
Anyway, so we hung out, we did all this stuff and kissing and stuff. And I’m like, “Am I your boyfriend?” She was like, “No, you’re really not my boyfriend,” and told me that all the time. I was like, “You pretty much seem like my girlfriend.” And she was like, “Shhh. Now let’s not talk about that.” It’s kinda like I had this job requirement - how many people do the work of the manager but they don’t actually have the manager badge and get paid? It’s like “I know I’m the manager-I know I run this place!”
And that’s what happened. I was like - we’ve got everything, we’ve got everything it takes. We are boyfriend and girlfriend, you just don’t wanna admit it. And then she was house sitting one night and she wanted to sleep with me. And I kicked myself for a little while after that, but I’m really happy that I said this to her. I said, “I just want you to know that if we do that, which I have no objection to doing, we are boyfriend and girlfriend-there’s no going back after that.”
So I went over to her place, and I started making out with her, and I looked up and she was watching the TV. I know that was some sort of defense mechanism for her - I know she really didn’t want to see what was on TV. I took it kind of hard. She sat there and got up and she went “you can’t really give me what I need.” And I said “what is that?” and she was like, “you’re just not the one for me.”

I just wanted to tell her about what it’s like to be in the moment with someone and be in such denial about it. It’s, it’s bullshit. So I wrote this song called Love Soon.

transhamlet  asked:

do mcmansions have to be built before the recession? bc where i used to live it seemed like there was a new one being erected every month (fairfield county, ct if you're interested)

I’ve recently discovered that even more horrible houses are being built in 2016. Somehow these houses are even worse than their predecessors. Now that economic woes have been eased, they’re back at it again as if they haven’t learned anything.

Also with these new MMs every wall is painted gray instead of beige.


Fairfield, Iowa
Population: 9,464

“The area now known as Jefferson County was first settled in 1836, and became Jefferson County in 1839, with the new community of Fairfield as the county seat. The name was suggested by Nancy Bonnifield, one of the settlers, because it aptly described the fair fields of the area. But also author Susan Welty suggests it was a play of words on her own name (bonny field). By 1840, Fairfield had a population of 110 and grew to 650 in 1847. The city was the site of the first and second Iowa State Fairs.”