My name is Gayla Jones. When Fantasy
Farm was in the planning stages in the early 1960's, I was living in
what was later known as Grandmother's House. My father, John (Babe)
Eisele had worked for Edgar at LeSourdsville Lake as a lifeguard. I
played with Chris (Edgar's grandson) in the apple orchards and one time,
we even picked Edgar's prized plums and went around
the neighborhood selling them. That house was very unique. It had a very
narrow curved stairway that went upstairs to a large open loft bedroom
area. Our dining room (which had the walls torn out for the park) was
right above the cellar door. We had to move the kitchen table to get
downstairs and do laundry in an old ringer type washer. The house really
lacked any modern amenities. My father stayed with the Lake after the
sale and when the park was getting ready to open, we were told that we
would have to move. During the next 10 years, I worked for both the Lake
and Fantasy Farm. I ran the Flying Scooters at the Farm. I had moved
away by the time that Chris was killed in the cave in of the motel. But
I can remember Edgar and Nellie. She always had a handkerchief wrapped
around her head as she was going to check the mailbox and he was always
in his cart. It is amazing how many memories your site has brought back.
I may have some pictures from when we lived at the house and how it
looked then. Thanks for letting me tell some of my story.