My name is Erin. I'm 28 years old. My mother and grandmother used to take me to Fantasy Farm when I was four years old and under. I had not thought about the park in many, many years, when, one day, some friends of my husband's and mine moved to Monroe. When we went to help them move, we were driving on North 4, and I saw that old wooden sign again. At that point, I started asking Mom about the park and looking through some of my old pictures, to see if any had been taken there. I searched the Internet for any info I could find on the park. When I came across this website, which I have really enjoyed browsing. I have about four pictures taken at Fantasy Farm in my collection, which I will send to this email address as soon as my friend scans them to disk for me. One has me about
one year old, riding the red electric train (see movie). Another one has me riding on the clown ride (see movie), at about age four. A third has me riding the Funky Phantom (?), also as a four year old.  The last one is of me and my grandma riding in a turnpike car (see movie). I had to ask mom and also check my pictures against ones already on the website to verify that they were taken there.

I noticed that a lot of people who posted memories on this website say that memories of Fantasy Farm are a refuge for them in the hectic times of adult life. Since I have started thinking about the park again, my mind drifts back to what I know of it through pictures and this website when things get rough in my life, but thinking of the park never gives me complete peace.  Yes, it's a happy place where parents and kids loved each other and had fun, but it was here yesterday, and gone today. The only true and lasting peace and solace I can find about anything, anywhere is through reading the Bible and knowing God's son, Jesus Christ, as my personal Savior. I became a Christian when I was 18. He says in Matthew 11:28 " Come to Me ( Jesus ) all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

 

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