Indian Rock Farm

I am called Indian Rock Farm and you may wonder how I got my name. The land I’m on originally belonged to the Fifield family who came over from England in 1632.  Benjamin Fifield raised a large family here and was a constable and clerk of the militia company. On a Sunday morning in 1706, Benjamin was returning from his pasture on horseback when he was ambushed and killed by a party of Native Americans near a big rock. A young boy, who was thought to be related to the tribe, was carried off.  Since that time, I have been known as Indian Rock Farm.
I am actually a house built in 1748 by Benjamin’s son Jonathan, and there were several more generations of Fifields here until 1818. My other owners through the years improved the buildings and land. I was not at rest in my present location until 1975.  I had to be placed up on blocks and moved 100 yards east to make way for the I-95 overpass, which is where you see me today.