I Remember Fairfield Past

I remember "The Bronx" of Fairfield -the flats along Harris streets. They were filled with a boisterous melting pot of ethnic and Anglo families, broken windows, and laundry flapping from balconies.

I remember “The Dead Side of Fairfield - other side of Fairfield Station. It was a bit like "Life on Mars" -you always felt as if you had gone back in time a few decades whenever you went there.

I remember: Granny May’s cake shop at the end of Harris Street. The hamburger shop at Vine Street, near Linbar's Smash repair, and Fairfield creek with its skanky waters, water rats the size of cats, and a giant mulberry bush.