The recollection that his grandchildren have of him is of a quiet, dignified old gentleman, who seemed quite lost when his call for “Mis’ Field” was not answered at once by his energetic wife, upon whom he was very dependent. Occasionally he would gather his children’s children about him, and seemed to enjoy showing them how “the lady’s horse goes,” and the tumble that followed “and by-and-by comes old hobble-de-gee,” was looked upon as great fun. He would also delight his youthful audience by repeating a few of Mother Goose’s Melodies, and they never tired of hearing him.
Life in New England in those days, and especially the life of a pastor’s family, was earnest, with an earnestness that to the young, with the eagerness of youth for enjoyment, may well have seemed repulsive. The Puritanic rigor that has been so much relaxed during the past half-century was then much what it had been in the earliest colonial times.
IN MEMORY OF
David Dudley Field,
Pastor of this Church.
Born in Madison, Conn., May 20, 1781.
Settled in Haddam, 1804-1818.
In Stockbridge, 1819-1837.
Recalled to his Charge, he Preached
again in Haddam till 1851,
When he returned here
To spend his last days.
Died April 15, 1867,
Aged nearly 86 years.
The Hoary Head is a Crown of Glory
when found in the way of
Righteousness.
TABLET IN THE CHURCH IN STOCKBRIDGE
Morning and evening the entire family gathered in the sitting-room for prayers, each one with a Bible, and all were required to join in the reading. A chapter was never divided, and in turn the verses were read; often comments were made. Afterwards came the long prayer, when all, except Dr. Field, knelt; he stood, with his hands on the back of his chair, and one of his favorite expressions, and one which greatly impressed the younger members of his family, the more because they did not understand it, was that the Lord would “overturn, overturn, overturn ... until he come, whose right it is.”
That the Puritanic atmosphere was no harsh and unmirthful thing in this parsonage is shown by the story told by one who was a boy in Stockbridge at the time. A hen was sitting in a box in the woodshed; each morning Cyrus looked for the little chickens. One day in an adjoining box he found the family cat with a number of kittens. These he placed with the hen, and then with a very straight face asked his father to come and see the chickens.