The Hammonasset Indians once considered this property home. Their village was on the northern edge of Someday Farm where Wolf Meadow and Roast Meat Hill Roads meet, though they ranged from the Aigicomock (now the East River, then the Ruttawoo or as the Mohegans knew it, the Moosamuttuck) in Guilford and the Connecticut River on their western border.
In the mid-1600s the New Haven colony was bounded on its east by the Hammonasset River where its most eastern town was Guilford. The Connecticut’s Colony’s most western town was Saybrook and its boundary was the Menunketesuck River. Over fifty square miles remained unsettled between these two settlements. The southern portion of this un-settlement was what is now Clinton while the northern portion is now Killingworth. Killingworth is at a higher elevation and is more hilly, forested, and rocky.
In 1663 the town of Killingworth was officially settled though not officially named until 1667. At a Court of Election held in Hartford on May 9, 1667, it was ordered that “ye towne of Homonoscit shal for ye future be named Kenilworth, & for yr brand of horses they shal have ye letter V on ye near buttock.” Kenilworth was most likely chosen as it is the English town name from which Killingworth’s first delegate to the General Court (then both the general Assembly and Court), Edward Griswold was born in 1607. Through corruption of spelling, Kenilworth became Killingworth which was used exclusively after 1707.
The abovementioned ‘town’ included present day Clinton and thus extended to the Long Island Sound at its southern edge. On May 8, 1735 an Act of Organization was passed by the General Assembly which divided Clinton and Killingworth “in the County of Newlondon into two Distinct Ecclesiastical Societies.” An ecclesiastical society could tax its inhabitants and was obligated to tend to its members cemetery, religious, and schooling needs. Town meetings and other secular governmental needs continued to be met in Clinton. In 1838 Killingworth fully separated from Clinton though it retained a right to the town dock and beach.
The oldest cemetery in Killingworth is the Union District Yard, laid out March 22, 1738 just north of Wolf Meadow Rd. Hermann Broch died in 1951 in New Haven, Connecticut. He is buried in Killingworth, Connecticut, in the cemetery on Roast Meat Hill Road. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Reginald Frye was a prior owner of Someday Farm.
Pat Worth was a prior owner of Someday Farm.
HERE & NOW
The cover letter for the 2009 property purchase’s first bid:
Dear Pat & Michael,
The vital corner of Earth you have nurtured as Someday Farm is sacred, alive, and beautiful; in the short time we have spent in its embrace we have felt the possibility of ‘home.’ With great respect and consideration of our ancestors, we humbly make you this offer in the spirit of an Offering. Our intentions are healing, creative, and gentle. While our traditions differ (yours the Native American, ours the Oriental) we recognize that traditions are merely the echoes of past seekers, each of us on the same Path by different names. We hope to create a center of non-violence, contemplation, meditation, querying, and open-hearted sacredness. We’ll practice yoga, tai chi, and qigong, and endeavor to continue the practices which have found a home in your home. We apologize in advance for what poor students of your path that we may turn out to be, but we promise to be the most well-meaning of caretakers. We anticipate remaining open (literally and spiritually) to any seekers who have come to call Someday Farm their refuge/temple/school or home. We intend to encourage the continuation of whatever events customarily unfold there, whether they be sweat lodges, women’s retreats or maypole dancing. We’ll encourage longtime participants in these events to take a hand in contributing to and continuing their tradition.
We also undertake a covenant to honor the grave in Spirit’s paddock; to walk lovingly on the earth, to remain wide-eyed, loving and to follow the instruction on the license plate of the farm pickup truck: be kind. Saki will be loved as will the Great Birch and any eagle that should grace us with her overflight as they have seen fit to do for you. Michael’s poetry will find flight on the breezes and the blessings of your teachers will be listened for and felt. We will care for, learn from, give back to and enjoy the space both manifest and insubstantial. Your lessons, light, and love will live on as brightly burning beacons to those in need. Your home will remain the home (in many ways) of those who have come to call you friend.
We thank you for the opportunity to help you on your next journey, to continue the wonders borne at Someday Farm, to find our own next chapter of consciousness and to birth our home within the wellspring of your love and light.