My Way To Fair Valley

by - LK Wagner - 9 September 1997, Tuesday

I got up early Sunday morning and headed to the Northwest part of the state so I would have plenty of time to stop and check out New Fair Valley and its rolling, sandy hills and valleys of sagebrush and sunflowers with a few sprinklings of cattle and other wildlife.

I stopped and visited with the now acting Mayor and the City Commissioner when I arrived around 11:30AM, Sunday Morning. They had just been out checking their constituents and adding a few more constituents to our flourishing population.

For those of you who have just come into this story, most of the constituents are cattle. So . . . When you are out driving around New FairValley, please slow your speed down because it is open grazing and cattle tend to linger along the roadside and cross the road at various points of interest (or wherever they choose).

I have to tell you that for August and now September, the green of the grass, the yellow of the sunflowers, and the multi-colors of other wildflowers blooming at Fairvalley made a glorious sight to behold among the rolling hills of sand and sagebrush. I wonder sometimes if this is how the ancestors and the settlers to this area felt when they first came upon this Fair Valley of rolling small hills that set north of the Cimarron River in the northwest part of the state of Oklahoma.

Back then in the late 1800s there were a vast amount of groves of cottonwood trees until they were deplenished, because the settlers used mature and saplings for building their homes and for firewood.

Anyway, after my visit with the Mayor and City Commissioner at FairValley, I headed north and west towards Freedom on the county blacktop road. Freedom is only a short jaunt to the northwest of the Fairvalley area. On my way to Freedom I passed the Eden Homestead that is just around the corner and north of the land of New FairValley that my sisters and I own.

The Eden's own the land where the Old Fairvalley resided in the early 1900s before the Buffalo Northwestern Railway stretched its tracks from Buffalo to Waynoka to hook up with the Santa Fe Railway in 1919. At that time the Old Fairvalley was moved to its new location just north of the railway tracks and located southeast of the old location.

Fairvalley Cemetery Gate Entrance If you travel a little further west on that same blacktop road you will come to an intersection where a dirt road crosses the blacktop road and you can head north a short distance and on the east side of the road is the Fairvalley Cemetery gated entrance. It is well kept and maintained for a country cemetery. Some of the names in that cemetery is Snap, Russell, Devine, London, Ernest, etc.

When you reach the city limits of Freedom, you are taken back in time to the feel of an old western movie set in a small, friendly, rural town of independent and family oriented citizens of Freedom, America. The town has learned to use the western look for its charming, tourist attraction that it draws during the rodeo season and other occasions.

In the Freedom Park stands a Monument erected for the Cimarron Cowboys Association with lists of names of all those who were members of the Association. My Great Grandfather (John R. Warwick) was just one of those listed on that monument.

After visiting the monument and looking up my ancestor's name, I then moseyed over to the Chamber of Commerce building where they were having the Fairvalley Reunion. As I opened the door I asked, "Is this the place for the Fairvalley Reunion?"