I WAS born into this world sometime during the day May 29th, 1831 to battle with the ups
and downs, sorrows and joys of life up to my present age 82 years. I have seen marvelous changes during my life
in many ways. In the ways of living farmers produced everything that they consumed. Sheep were raised on the farm,
the wool was spun and woven into cloth and yarn in the home of the family. In the family also the meat was consumed
or exchanged with the neighbors, there were no meat markets or butchers' wagons going around. Many of the garments
we wore were made of the flax grown on the farm, spun and woven in the house. There were no friction matches to
start the fires. The only way was to take a piece of steel and flint and strike them together and produce a spark
of fire to drip into some lint in a tin box. It often took considerable time and patience to get a fire. Oftentimes
one would go to the neighbors and borrow some fire, tho very seldom they got the fires that way. In my early days
the cooking and some of the baking was done in the open fireplaces. At bedtime the coals of fire were buried in
the ashes and kept alive until morning. Of course there were no incendiary fires in those days as it was too much
trouble and the clinking of the steel and flint made too much noise.
In those days there was not much style, but oul footwear was strong and enduring and waterproof. The shoemaker
went from house to house and made up all the family shoes, also the tailor did the same making the clothes for
the family from the wool. There was more or less beef slaughtered in the winter. What was not consumed fresh was
salted down for the spring and summer months. The hides were taken to the tannery to be made into leather to be
used for the family shoes.
The baking was done in brick ovens which would be full of bread and pies. The families were all large, both the
rich and people in ordinary circumstances had large families. Of course money was very scarce. I was as well pleased
to get one cent in my stocking Christmas morning as children nowadays are to get five dollars. A great deal that
was produced on the farm such as butter and eggs had to be bartered away for dry goods and family supplies,. butter
about twelve to sixteen cents a pound and eggs ditto. Many a one parting with a silver dollar would squeeze it
so hard the eagle would holler, or parting with a silver half-dollar, the Goddess of Liberty would turn pale because
it had to change hands.
The first of my remembrance was when I was about three years old I was taken over to Grandmother Burr's on a home-made
sled (no other sleds were used in those days). I was put into a corn basket together with another brother or sister
and Father drew us over on the snow. Good old Grandma was glad to see her grandchildren. She had forty-nine of
them and all but four were born before she died, they were my brother and three sisters. She was a very ambitious,
heroic woman. When the town was burned by the British, after throwing her pewter dishes consisting of plates, platters
and spoons down into the well, she mounted her horse with her first born child Thaddeus, nine months old in her
arms, went down to Sasconeck, now called Sasco Hill, and got all their cattle out of the pasture and drove them
up into the town of Easton so the British army couldn't get them. She then returned home to find all her house
and barns burned up. There was a small house in back that was not burned and they lived in that for two years until
they built up again. She had five grandsons born in one year that she thought a great deal of. Their names were
John Morehouse, Morris Lyon, Lewis Jennings, Henry S. Burr and my brother David Burr.
In those days of my youth there were no railroads or steamboats. The only way from New York to Boston was by stage
coach. There was a steamboat that went to New York from Norwalk long before any boat went from Bridgeport. Stage
coaches carried passengers from Bridgeport to Norwalk to go by boat to New York. Also one from Fairfield owned
by George Sherman, grandfather of Mrs. Oliver Turney.
The only light we had to light our houses to read or work by were tallow candles, oftentimes only one on a table
for the whole family to read by or to study their school lessons by. Finally sperm oil became very popular, then
followed kerosene, then gas and electricity.
The people were very religious. The church held two services every Sunday, morning and afternoon and prayer meeting
in the lower room of the old academy in the evening. I often attended all three services and saw some of the gentler
sex home. Every person attended the services, both old and young, coming from Black Rock, Morehousetown and Holland
Heights in all sorts of vehicles, same on horseback. One old bachelor coming from Mill Hill on horseback one evening,
getting his horse ready to go home, found the horse's tail had been cut. It was supposed a certain lady had committed
I remember well such men as Capt. Gould Jennings, my uncle, a noble looking man walking with his foot stove in
his hand to keep his own and his family's feet warm and also Judge Sherman and his wife coming to church with their
stoves in their hands. The church was very cold, there was but one stove in the church, that was a box wood stove.
It stood in the aisle near the pulpit. It was so hot you couldn't get near it. The pews on each side of the aisle
were lined up with tin to prevent fire. The pulpit was elevated some fifteen feet and under the pulpit the library
for the Sabbath school was kept. Dr. Atwater was the first minister I remember, he too, had a large family, mostly
boys. On one occasion his wife could not make one of them behave as he ought to in the house of worship, so the
minister took him up into the pulpit. As the father was proclaiming the doctrine of the Bible in an earnest manner
to his people, on looking around he saw his boy sitting astride of the rail of the pulpit. The church andSunday,like
everything else has changed. I cannot say it has changed for the better. The population of the world today is not
as honest as when I was young. Sunday was very strictly observed by everyone whether church members or not. It
commenced Saturday night at sundown and continued till sundown Sunday night and then the repairing and the week's
mending was done. I remember well my father's sisters, Aunt Sturges, Aunt Esther Morehouse, Aunt Abby Lyon, Aunt
Mary Burr would come in Sunday evenings and bring their knitting work and spend the evening, all living close by
Fairfield had three churches - Congregational, Episcopal and Methodist. Bridgeport at that time only had four-one
a Catholic. On one Sunday I walked to Bridgeport and went to all the churches including the Catholic, got my dinner
at the Franklin Hotel.
Bridgeport at that time was in its infancy, all of the business including dry goods houses was in Water Street.
One night a fire swept through Water Street and burned up the dry goods houses. After that the dry goods houses
or stores were built on Main street. Several of the old folks thought they were making a mistake to build there.
Fairfield avenue was then called Beaver street, and Park avenue was called Mutton Lane. A man by the name of Beach
had a dry goods store on Main street, now owned by Miss Annie B. Jennings which was patronized largely by Bridgeport
In those days Fairfield was a shire town, the Court House was located here. Court commenced their session on Monday
afternoon and continued until Saturday noon and then the lawyers would leave for their homes. Booth from Danbury
and Belding from Newtown came and went on horseback. There were but a very few lawyers in those days. I remember
them all, Hawley of Stamford, Bissell of Norwalk, Chamberlain of Westport and but one from Bridgeport, a Mr. Dutton.
He moved to New Haven and after that he became Governor of Connecticut. There were more lawyers in Fairfield, five
or six of them. There was but one doctor in Bridgeport, a Dr. Nash.
There were several families of colored people living in Fairfield, a good, respectable class of citizens. Their
names were the same as the old descendants, namely: Sherwoods, Judsons, Burrs, Malby, Husted, Hyde, Sanford and
others. I do not know whether any of them were slaves or not, if not they were descendants of slaves, as Connecticut
was a slave state. The white people gave them their freedom and some of them were given a plot of land to build
a home on. Primus Burr's home was where Edward Randolf now lives. He was a great builder of stone walls. He built
most of the stone fences around here. It was said he was a great lover of black snakes and ate their hearts and
livers. He was buried on his homestead beside a stone wall that I own now. It is said that when he was lowered
into his grave the black snakes ran their heads out of the wall and looked down into his grave. In those days,
or my early days, snakes of all kinds like the birds of the air were more plentiful than they are now. I well remember
seeing nine black snakes just after shedding their skins (which they do once a year) all curled up shining like
glass bottles at the edge of some bushes near his grave.
It was a State law to have two days in the year set apart for men to have military practice, in case of war they
would have some knowledge of military or arms work.
The first Monday in May and September was set apart for the drilling days. Of course all of the young boys and
girls looked forward to those days of having a good time hearing the music, which was the beating of the drums
and the marching and maneuvering of the men with their guns which were flint lock make, which was composed of a
piece of steel and flint striking together, producing a spark, lighting some powder and off goes the musket and
often it did not discharge. We young folks had a grand good time those days. I must not forget Uncle Kit and Aunt
Dinah, colored folks formerly with Mr. Samuel Rowland. They furnished root beer and cakes or cookies on those days
from the meeting house steps, beer three cents a glass and cookies one cent each and they were good. I don't think
I have eaten any so good since. There was an Indian named Zike Pair, came from Bridgeport on all training days
with his bow and arrows. He would stick a small stick in the ground with a split on the top and the people would
put a cent in the split, he would stand off about thirty feet, fire his arrow, he was sure to hit the stick or
cent (as they were called those days) and fall it to the ground; of course he claimed the cent. He got a great
deal of money in the course of the day and it made a great deal of sport for old and young. He was the only Indian
around that I knew of. Later in the fall there was a general training, all of the companies from every town in
the county were ordered to drill in some one of the towns three days in succession. There was an immense gathering
of the inhabitants to see all of the soldiers. Mrs. Maria Kelley's father was a General of all the companies in
the County. Fairfield had two companies,theold and one new called the Frank; they wore handsome blue suits, hats
with red feathers on them; they made a full showing. Burr Osborne on Osborn Hill was Captain of the Company. At
one time they all carried flint lock muskets, the old Company wore any kind of clothes, were not dressed up much.
A good many of them liked their Santa Cruz Rum very well so their legs got tangled pretty well. The training day
furnished great amusement for the spectators, one could see their sweethearts hanging on the fellows and taking
in the sights and amusements. There was a big Northeast gale, the line storm in September 1816, it changed the
whole coast of Rhode Island and Connecticut, it drove the beach inland on the salt meadow four hundred feet or
more. It stopped the travel from Boston to New York one week, on account of the trees being blown down across the
highway. I often heard it spoken of when I was young, the same as we hear of the blizzard of 1888. It was a common
expression years ago to hear of such a one or such an animal as "he is as poor as a church mouse." A
little explanation why that phrase was used. When young there were more or less mice running about in the church
during servicetime, they were poor squaney-looking mice who did not get anything to eat only Sundays. Of course,
there were a great many of the congregation that came a long distance from the church, they brought their lunch
or dinners with them as they stayed through the Sunday school services and afternoon service. In eating their dinners
there were more or less crumbs dropped on the floor, the mice then got their only meal for the week. All the pews
had footstools in them not only for foot rests but to keep the mice from running up their legs. Occasionally one
would, generally the whole congregation heard of it.
In my young days the minister's salary was small and always in the winter the Parish gave them a donation party.
They always got quite a coritribution of various articles all useful in the family such as farm produce, groceries
of all kinds, the farmers brought several cords of wood. They did not have any coal in those days, and then the
men would go at some time and cut it up. They called it a sawing and cutting bee, the ladies would go and prepare
a dinner for the men, the minister would join in and help, we would have a good picnic time.
Many times the doctors had a donation to help them along as they did not have the practice as they do now days.
Anything the matter now they go to a doctor or druggist; in those days every head of a family was its own doctor,
mostly done with herbs of different kinds. They were always kept in the attic on the galaspate and collected fresh
every year. I will name some of them: wild hyick, golden rod, boneset, catmint, pennyroyal, tansy, wormwood, stinkweed,
elderbiows, blosenes, and many others, all were used for different complaints, consequently the doctor did not
have the practice, his was a starving practice.
In those days there were no steel pens, all writing was done with goose quills, all the school teachers had sharpened
them or made them for the scholars. I can see now Judge Sherman sitting at his desk sharpening his quill pens.
My first schooling was in the old bellows factory. My cousin Esther Lyon was the teacher. I remember at one time
I suppose I was doing something I ought not to be doing which did not please her, she tied me up to the table leg.
She sat beside it writing copy for the children. I drew the table away from her and the ink stand went off into
her lap onto the floor. I got a double dose for that operation. The teachers had to write all of the copies for
the children to write by; they had to teach six hours a day, five and one-halt days a week, 48 weeks in a year;
there was nothing said about pensioning teachers in those days. They never got over $25.00 a month. The houses
were of one style all over the town, all had a long kitchen, with a bedroom on the end of it. The kitchens among
the farmers were used as a workshop, dining room and cooking room; also the large and small reel was located in
it for the spinning of the wool atd the flax. No dining or extension table, one large square table. Those that
could not get around that set on the floor and ate off the stool; they sat on or in the chimney corner. The fireplaces
in the kitchen were very large, some would take in a four foot log. The hearth extended out into the room, the
fact is, a small family could sit on it.
I will relate a little accident that happened in one of the homes in the village. The father was sitting on the
hearth smoking his clay pipe, his wife named Isabella. All at once the hearth and the old gentleman fell through
down in the cellar, the coals of fire falling on him. He cried out, "Isabell, Isabell." "What, my
dear?" "I am in hell!" Some of his descendants are living here now.
Barlows Plain was quite an attractive neighborhood when I was young, frequently visited by the people in the village.
The inhabitants were farmers, a very sociable class of neighbors. Their names were Wakeman, Morehouse, Burr, Osborne,
Sturges and others. There is a small brook on the east side of it called Barlow Brook and it is noted where a colored
man by the name of Frazer was hung on a buttonball tree for murder. The tree was on a Street afterwards called
Gallows street. The gardens were a very important plot of land for the supplies of food for the kitchen. Not only
were vegetables raised in them, but tansy and wormwood to put into their toddy to drink for their health. Also
a bush of fennel that was used in cake and taken to church to be eaten during the service to keep them awake through
the two long sermons; also gourd vines were in every garden. They were used for many purposes about the kitchen.
They were balloon-shaped with long necks. Cutting off the tops they made funnels to pour water or cider through.
Cutting out the side it made a diper to drink from and cutting out the neck or handle it made a soap dish. In those
days all soap was soft soap.
I must mention one old-time custom which started long ago in my father's early years and that is pie night. The
night before Thanksgiving all the neighbors and relatives living in Barlows Plains and sometimes friends outside
of the neighborhood would congregate and go from house to house. The calls were quite short, but long enough to
eat two or three pieces of pie. Sometimes we visited as many as eight and ten places during the evening and we
had a fine chance to find out who were the best cooks. Often there would be twenty or twenty-five of us going the
rounds, so the housewives had to make many pies in preparation.
Burr Sherwood on Mill Hill, an old bachelor living alone, drew a long log to the kitchen door with his oxen, got
it on rollers and rolled it through the door, the butt end into the fireplace and as the end burned up he would
roll it along into the fire. By doing so it saved a great deal of labor of having to cut it up. In those fireplaces
there was good cooking done in the Dutch ovens. In front of the fire were different kinds of meats roasted better
than we get them now-a-days and the pots and kettles hanging on the tramal attached to the crane to sling on the
fire at the convenience of the cook, with vegetables and puddings. I must state one meal that was served twice
a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. It consisted of an Indian meal pudding, corn meat and pork. The meal was put into
a cloth bag, the top larger around than the bottom, so it could easily be slipped out on to the platter: The top
would be tied very loosely to give the meal room to swell. The pudding was put on early in the morning, the meat
later on. How I would like to eat one of those dinners now. A few years before my cousin, O. B. Jennings died he
told me he would like one of those dinners too.
In closing this, the early settlers were noble people. They cleared away the primeval forests and left a goodly
heritage in cultivated and well enclosed fields and productive lands. They lived honest, useful and happy lives.
It is well to call to mind their high achievements and many virtues. I love to dwell on the tender recollections,
the friendships and touching incidents of those early days and thus keep green the memory of those early and noble
men and worn en.
Great changes have come to New England, some have been a gain and some a loss. A heavy loss is the large crops
of boys and girls raised in the olden times in nearly every family in every rural town. The children filled our
school houses to overflowing and now there are too few American scholars in the school. The boys furnished help
on the farm and the girls assisted their mothers in the household duties. The American population is thinning out
in every farming town.
The town has lost many of its industries, the little saw-mill, grist, carding and fulling and other mills are gone.
The town has better facilities for transportation, travel and information, and increased in rural life. Whether
more has been gained or lost is an interesting question, upon which the present generation may decide.