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Not too long ago I decided to do some miscellaneous Facebook surfing by lurking on a group that has been set up for alumni of my old high school. Part of the reason was to keep my mind off my continuing job hunt and the latest political news. (I remember that was the night when new White House communications direction Anthony Scaramucci went off the profanity-laden deep end. Scaramucci was fired soon after that incident—after he had spent only 10 days working at his new job.)

While I was lurking on that high school alumni group on Facebook and scrolling through old posts that one recent night, I learned that my former music teacher, Tim Landers, had died last year of complications stemming from a liver transplant. He was either 63 or 64 (I was only able to figure out his age because he wrote this Facebook post on October 14, 2013 where he said that he was 61 so I did the math and, no, I don’t know the date of his birthday so I have no idea if he managed to celebrate his latest birthday before his death or not). In the comments section someone posted a video of a song that he wrote and sang about Ocean City, Maryland. I watched the video and I kind of liked the laid-back vibe of the song. It’s the quintessential summer song that’s perfect to listen to if you’re on a beach anywhere in the world. Here’s the video below, titled “It’s a Shore Thing.”

If you like “It’s a Shore Thing,” you can download it for 99 cents from CDBaby, Amazon, Google Play, or iTunes.

I also found another video he did as part of a trio known as The Landers and Heinz Project. It was a live performance of another song he wrote as he and his partners were playing on a local radio station in Ocean City. The song is called “Scotch and Soda” and it is just as laid-back as the other song. (Tim Landers is the guy in the glasses and mustache playing his guitar and singing.)

If you like “Scotch and Soda,”  you can download it for 99 cents from CDBaby or iTunes.

Anyone who has been reading this blog on a regular basis would know that I don’t have too many fond memories of my old high school. In fact, last summer I went back to my old school for the first time in many years just so I could photograph my hand giving the middle finger to that school. I was on my way to the latest Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School event in Baltimore (link is NSFW) when I did this. Yes, I took advantage of the longer days so I could check out my old school quickly before driving on to Baltimore.

While I was mostly miserable in the five years I attended that huge school complex known as the Old Mill Educational Complex (one year in Old Mill Middle School-North and four years in Old Mill Senior High), there were a few teachers there who provided a few bright spots in what was otherwise a miserable existence. Like I wrote in last year’s post where I included that picture of my hand giving the finger:

Why was this school so bad? While there were plenty of teachers at the school complex who were dedicated at their jobs, it was the attitude of the administration that considered athletics more important than academics.

Among those teachers who were dedicated at their jobs was Tim Landers, who taught music (mainly guitar). I took four semesters of guitar class with him until I had exhausted all of the guitar classes that my high school offered. The one thing I never realized about him until after I learned about his death and I started reading his Facebook postings is that he was only 9 or 10 years older than me. (I know it sounds kind of strange but it wasn’t that unusual to have a teacher who was close in age to the students he/she taught in my high school. When I was a senior I had an English teacher who had only received her teaching degree the year before and she was just five years older than me.) Mr. Landers bore a slight resemblance to Mr. Van Driessen from the Beavis and Butt-Head cartoon series, more in terms of temperament than his looks. (He didn’t have a beard and he wore his long hair in the feathered style that was very popular back in the 1970s.) Here’s a photo of him I scanned from my sophomore high school yearbook.

Looking at his personal Facebook page, I found that he was a spiritual person like Mr. Van Driessen with the big difference being that he expressed himself as a devout Christian while Mr. Van Driessen was more into New Age spirituality. But he definitely shared Mr. Van Driessen’s hippie vibe in terms of his outlook on life and the funky clothes he wore to school. The main difference was that Mr. Landers was far less of a pushover than Mr. Van Driessen. He was the kind of person who was willing to help you unless you crossed him. If you did anything to push his buttons, he would not hesitate to send you to the principal’s office or to even fail you for not doing the required coursework.

Here’s one example of Mr. Landers not being a stereotypical pushover hippie. I remember it was the end of the semester when we not only took our final exams but we also were given an evaluation form where we could write about what we liked or didn’t liked about the class. Unlike the final exams, we were not required to write our names. The idea was that we could freely give our opinions without repercussions.

So we turned in our exams and the evaluation forms then returned to our seats while waiting for the bell that would signal the end of the class. Mr. Landers happened to glance through some of the exams and evaluations at his desk until he came upon an evaluation form where, according to Mr. Landers, someone had written “Mr. Landers can do something to himself.” (Given the fact that I saw that Mr. Landers was visibly angry at the time, I suspected that the wording was stronger than what he indicated—somewhere along the lines of “Mr. Landers can go fuck himself.”) By that point it was almost the end of the class but Mr. Landers was determined to get to the bottom of who wrote that evaluation form. He said that he would read what we wrote on the evaluation forms out loud and if he came upon something that one of us recognized that he/she wrote, that person was to go up to the class and pick up that form then bring it back to his/her seat. Mr. Landers eventually came upon my form (where I basically wrote that I wished he hadn’t done so many classical guitar songs because I prefer rock guitar) so I picked mine up. It wasn’t until Mr. Landers came to the last of the evaluation forms that a boy in the class confessed that it was he who wrote that nasty message on the evaluation form.

At that point the bell rang, we returned our evaluation forms to the teacher’s desk before we headed to the next class, and Mr. Landers escorted that boy to the principal’s office. (I’ve long since forgotten who the boy was or even what he looked like—other than he was a thin white kid with dark hair—mainly because I wasn’t friends with him.)

Fortunately I got along pretty well with Mr. Landers and I enjoyed his classes. I think he had a high opinion of me as a student. I managed to get him to sign my yearbook only once, which was during my sophomore year (the same yearbook where I posted that photo of him).  His signed it “Kim, Take care of yourself and be good. I’m sure you will. Love, Tim Landers.”

I remember that Mr. Landers’ real ambition was to be a rock musician and he only got into teaching to pay the bills. He turned out to be one of the many talented musicians who never quite made it to the big time and it was not due to a lack of trying. He would spend evenings, weekends, and school breaks writing new music and recording demos that he would try to shop around to various agents and record companies. (I remember the times when he would occasionally play one of his demo songs in class.) I remember that he was a big Beatles fan and he used to drop tidbits about the band and their music because he was such a fan. In fact I remember one of the first songs he taught the class in Guitar I was “Let It Be.”

I loved his wacky sense of humor and his vast knowledge of famous guitarists like Jimi Hendrix. I still remember the time when it was the last class before Thanksgiving break and he played Arlo Guthrie’s classic “Alice’s Restaurant” song and we laughed at some of the humor. (It was the first time I had ever heard that song. Up until that time the only Arlo Guthrie song I knew was “The City of New Orleans” and that was because it was a hit on the radio and my father had purchased that song on a 45 r.p.m. record.) He also introduced us to the original soundtrack to the Broadway show Grease as he brought the album to class one day and he played it for us. (This was about a year before the movie version came out with John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John.)

I still remember the year when Frank Zappa came out with his disco parody hit “Dancin’ Fool,” which was played quite a bit at the major rock stations in my area. Mr. Landers brought in a couple of Zappa records where he not only showed us what a gifted guitar player Zappa was but he introduced us to an another disco parody that Zappa did just a few years before “Dancin’ Fool,” which was called “Disco Boy.” The lyrics to that one was even more hilarious than the “Dancin’ Fool” lyrics.

At one point he mentioned in one of his classes that he was trying to get the school to approve his idea of a new semester-long music class that he would teach. It would be called “The History of Rock and Roll” and it would take a look at rock’s beginnings in the 1950s all the way to the present (which would’ve been the late 1970s at the time). He talked about how it would involve listening to various records as well as watching movies like Jailhouse Rock, which starred Elvis Presley. I was really eager to take such a class but, for whatever reason, he wasn’t able to get the school to consider his idea so I never had the opportunity to take it. I don’t know whether that class ever happened after I graduated from high school or if it was something that the school administration refused to ever consider offering.

The most memorable thing he demonstrated was the time he went to the piano to demonstrate how classical music influences pop culture. I don’t remember the context in which he did this but I vividly remembered what he did to this day. He started to play the song “Chopsticks,” which is the one song that nearly all beginning piano students are taught as their first song. He then started to hum the tune to the theme song from the TV show My Three Sons while he was playing “Chopsticks.” We all laughed and chortled at his contention that this theme was based on “Chopsticks.” Soon afterwards I was home when I was changing the channels on the TV set when I happened to catch the beginning of My Three Sons rerun right at the moment the theme music was playing and I began to notice the underlying “Chopsticks” melody and I realized that Mr. Landers was right. Here’s the link to the full version of the My Three Sons theme song where you can clearly hear “Chopsticks” as the melody.

Despite the fact that he loved The Beatles and other rock bands of the 1960’s, he was a traditional music teacher in many ways. He was adamant that we learned how to read music, which was a skill that many of his favorite 1960s bands, including his beloved Beatles, didn’t have. Thanks to him, I learned the mnemonic method of music reading where I learned the lines of EGBDF as Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge while the spaces between the lines spelled out the word FACE.

He was also adamant that we learned how to do chord building, which I quickly learned was not my strongest suit. Chord building involved learning the music notes that make up a certain chord and it involved a lot of memorization (which we later had to regurgitate on the final exam). The only reason why I still know that a D chord is made up of the notes D, F#, and A is because I made up my own mnemonic sentence that went “Dick Fucks Sharp Asses.” (I didn’t dare share that secret with Mr. Landers.)

During the time that I was taking those guitar lessons from Mr. Landers, Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven” was frequently played on the local rock radio station for many years after it was first released back in 1971 and it would go on to become one of the biggest rock hits of the 1970s. Many people were turned on by Jimmy Page’s exquisite guitar playing throughout that song. Naturally many of Mr. Landers’ guitar students, myself included, wanted to learn how to play that song. Mr. Landers was frequently inundated with numerous requests that he teach us this song. Some kids wanted to go from a relatively easy song like “Let It Be” straight into “Stairway to Heaven” while they were in the first few weeks of Guitar I.

Eventually Mr. Landers relented sometime around Guitar III or Guitar IV and he handed out mimeographed copies of “Stairway to Heaven.” That was when we got a dose of reality about how complex that song really is as we struggled with the various chord formations. From that time on the students in the advanced guitar classes stopped wanting to learn how to play “Stairway to Heaven,” while I’m sure that the students in Guitar I were probably still begging Mr. Landers to teach them how to play that song while they were learning how to play their first chords.

There was only one time I felt Mr. Landers was wrong about something. It was when punk rock became a huge such deal in the UK that the US media started doing stories about this new phenomenon. I was intrigued by the music I heard in snippets while watching news stories about this new punk rock phenomenon so I purchased The Sex Pistols’ debut album. I found that record to be a revelation in that it was so unlike the heavy metal and disco music that was prevalent on the radio at that time. A few weeks after I purchased Never Mind the Bollocks Here’s The Sex Pistols, Mr. Landers openly disdained punk rock in class and he felt that all of the punk bands consisted of untalented musicians who were destined to not last very long. A few other students piped up talking about how they disliked punk rock as well. I disagreed with Mr. Landers’ low opinion of punk but I kept my mouth shut because he was one of those people whom you could never provide a contrary opinion once he made up his mind strongly about something because he never attempted to listen to the other side. (In addition, I was having a hard enough time constantly trying to avoid being someone’s bully target and I didn’t want other kids to pick on me because I owned a Sex Pistols album. It was bad enough that there were kids who called me “retarded.” I pretty much listened to my punk rock records on the down low in the privacy of my bedroom at home until college when finally I met other punk rock fans and I felt comfortable enough to admit that I liked punk as well.)

Okay, Mr. Landers was right about The Sex Pistols being a short-lived phenomenon because they disbanded soon after they hit the big time but he was wrong about punk rock’s longevity because there were other punk bands (such as The Clash and The Ramones) who had longer careers and who released albums that are now considered rock classics right alongside albums like Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. What’s more, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Ramones, and other punk bands have been inducted into The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which definitely proves how wrong Mr. Landers was about his assessment of punk rock.

Mr. Landers also formed the school’s official folk rock group known only as the Old Mill Folk Rock Band. (Yeah, I know it sounds original. LOL!) The group performed at school assemblies. Each year they would go into a local recording studio to make an EP record, which consisted of four songs (which were all covers of the big hits of that era). Once the record was printed, the members would sell copies of that record among the student body. I wanted to join that band as a guitarist but competition was intense. (I had a few friends who were in that band.) While I was an okay guitarist, there were other students who were far more talented than me and, to be honest, I was too intimidated to every try out.

I didn’t know much about his personal life aside from a few times that he mentioned that he had a wife when I took my first guitar class with him. By the time I took my second or third guitar class he briefly mentioned that he was separated from his wife a couple of times. Then he briefly mentioned that he was divorced once or twice by the time I took my last guitar class with him. (He never mentioned why he got a divorce nor did he ever say anything nasty about his ex-wife during any of classes I took with him. He also never mentioned having any children from that marriage.) When I saw his Facebook page for the first time and he listed his marital status as “single,” I thought that my memories were wrong. But then I read an interview he gave with a local newspaper (which I’ll get to in the next two paragraphs) and he briefly mentioned “my wife at that time.” I guess he must’ve gotten married sometime in his early 20’s and it only lasted just a few years until the two of them decided to go their separate ways. It’s very likely that, by the time he created his own Facebook page, he probably felt that he had been divorced for so many years that he might as well list his marital status as “single.”

I looked on his personal Facebook page and searched his name on Google after I learned about his death and I found that he later transferred to a different high school as a music teacher before leaving the teaching field entirely in order to work as a full-time musician and songwriter. (Of course all this happened years after I graduated from high school and moved out of Glen Burnie.) He had a professional Facebook page focusing on his music career but it hadn’t been updated since 2013. At one point he had his own website, which basically had a short biography and dates of upcoming performances, which I was able to access thanks to the Internet Archive. (The last update was done after his death, which announced that he was deceased.) He even wrote a Christian musical called Walk With God, whose official website can only now be accessed through the Internet Archive.

I saw on his personal Facebook page that he had adopted a Golden Retriever puppy just a couple of years before his death. He frequently posted pictures of that dog and it was obvious that he loved his dog. I only hope that this dog found a new loving forever home after his owner died.

Recently I came across this extensive interview Mr. Landers did with a local Ocean City publication called The Coconut Times in 2014 where I was not only able to catch up on whatever became of him after I left school but I even learned about his early life before he became my music teacher. This interview is so extensive that it’s divided into Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. It’s really quite a fascinating read that I would highly recommend to anyone regardless of whether you actually knew him personally (like I did) or not. I learned that he grew up in Baltimore (in the same neighborhood where the since-demolished Memorial Stadium was located) in a very large extended family that included numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins. Many of his relatives were singers and musicians and he even had a cousin who was a singer whose main rival was Patsy Cline. He landed his first job at 12 helping out in a local music store where he met professional musicians who played with the big acts like Buddy Holly.

Mr. Landers totally opened up about his life in that interview, including admitting that he was diagnosed with Hepatitis C in the 1990’s due to a tainted blood transfusion he received in the early 1970’s. (Which probably explains why he underwent a liver transplant in the first place.) He also mentioned that, when he was 21, his father took him to a bar so he could have his first legal alcoholic beverage while engaging in some father and son talk. His father would suddenly die of a heart attack just nine months later. (Reading that interview and seeing his old Facebook posts, it seems like longevity wasn’t exactly a family trait. Not only did his father pass away at 45, he had a brother who died in a car accident at 52, and a cousin who also died an untimely death as a result of being exposed to Agent Orange while serving in the Vietnam War. And that’s not to mention Mr. Landers’ own death while he was in his early 60’s.)

Amid the bad times there were plenty of good memories as well. He mentioned in the interview that he had recently ate lunch with a member of Pink Floyd whom he did not identify. (I can safely say that it wasn’t with Syd Barrett or Rick Wright since they were both dead by 2014, when the interview took place.) He also mentioned meeting many famous musicians, such as the band Danny and the Juniors, who is best known for the big 1950’s hit “At the Hop.”

As I read that extensive interview, I realized that Mr. Landers lived a very interesting and fascinating life and I found myself wishing he had written a book or even started a blog about his memories. That 2014 interview is about as close as we’ll ever get to an autobiography and I’m glad that it exists. (You can read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.)

As I look over that three-part interview and those Facebook posts, I have to admit that the saddest thing about his death is that it seemed like Mr. Landers was at a point in his life where he was basically content with the things that was going on in his life over the last two or three years before he died. He had a thriving music career despite never becoming a major recording artist who sells millions of copies of his music. He was spending his summers in Ocean City where he was doing gigs at various bars and nightclubs throughout the Delmarva region. The rest of the year he was in Nashville where he was recording music and meeting people in the music industry. He had even contributed a song to this independent movie called Patapsco Valley that, as far as I can tell, only exists as a location camera test on Vimeo. (That is his song, “The River,” playing in the background of that video.) He had a dog whom he seemed to have loved very much. He achieved a point in his life where he was basically happy and content then he dies while he was in his early 60s. Yet there are a lot of loathsome people who are still alive and kicking and many of them are older than he was when he died. (I don’t want to elaborate on this any further or else this post will veer into something that would be as inappropriate as President Trump’s recent notorious speech at the Boy Scout Jamboree.)

I had pretty much cut myself off from most of the people I knew back in high school mainly because I wanted to protect myself from reliving any painful memories. (I went to my five-year reunion and that was enough for me.) I have to admit that Mr. Landers is one of the few people from my old high school I wished I had a chance to re-connect with before he died. I would’ve loved to have visited him in Ocean City (where, in his remaining years, he had spent his summers while living in Nashville the rest of the year) and I definitely would’ve brought my guitar with me so we could’ve done a jam session or two.

Ironically I used to go to Ocean City with my then-husband, his sister, her son, and an invited guest (some years it was a friend of my nephew’s while other years it was a friend of my sister-in-law’s) for a week-long family vacation every year until 2011 (just a few months before my husband left me). If I had known that Tim Landers was also there as a performer, I definitely would’ve made the time to at least spend one evening attending one of his shows. (My then-husband and sister-in-law could’ve either come with me or stay behind in our rented condo.) It would’ve been really cool if I had brought my guitar with me and we could’ve gotten into a jam session. If only I had actually taken the time to thoroughly read those various free publications that used to list various events that went on in Ocean City, I would probably have come across his name and gone to one of his shows to see if he was actually my high school teacher. Oh well. It’s my loss and I have to deal with it.

I still have those mimeographed ditto sheets of guitar chords and song lyrics that Mr. Landers handed out in class stashed away in folders. They have survived various moves over the years. Writing this post has inspired me to pull out those old ditto sheets, take a look at them, pull out my guitar, and start playing it using those old sheets from years ago.

R.I.P. Mr. Landers.

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Over the past few years I’ve visited Clark’s Elioak Farm in Ellicott City mainly because that farm has the original displays that once graced a now-defunct theme park that I adored as a young child.

The Enchanted Forest was a fairy tale-themed amusement park that was located in Ellicott City, Maryland. It was one of many such parks that were opened across the United States in the aftermath of Walt Disney’s announcement of the creation of Disneyland in California. While both the Enchanted Forest and Disneyland both had fairy tale characters, the comparisons end there. Disneyland’s ambition was to have rides and exhibits designed to appeal to all ages while The Enchanted Forest focused only on parents with small children so there were no rides or exhibits that were considered too scary for young children. The Enchanted Forest basically attracted local families who didn’t have the money necessary to travel to a Disney theme park in California or Florida.

As a result of this emphasis on targeting young children, I personally found that The Enchanted Forest was a magical wonderful place to visit as a young child. I have fond memories of going there with my family and I really loved seeing my favorite fairy tale characters rendered in real-life 3-D sculptures. I didn’t care that these statues couldn’t move or talk—just seeing them was a big enough thrill for me. What I loved the most was that there was the Gingerbread House, a place where children could hold birthday parties there. I really wanted to have my birthday party in the Gingerbread House but there was one reason why that dream never came true for me. My birthday is in December, a time when The Enchanted Forest was closed for the season. That Gingerbread House episode taught me two important life lessons: 1) You can’t always get what you want and 2) Life isn’t always fair.

Despite that disappointment I still loved The Enchanted Forest. But once I was between 9-10 years old, I began to look at that place with more mature eyes and I dismissed it as a “baby place” because there was literally nothing at the park that appealed to older children or teenagers. I completely lost interest in it and many other kids would lose interest in going there as they got older. The owners of The Enchanted Forest didn’t make any effort to attract preteens or teens at all. I guess they figured that they would wait for these older kids to reach adulthood, get married, and have children of their own and these parents would continue their childhood tradition of taking their kids to The Enchanted Forest.

Except there was competition that started in the 1970’s. Hersheypark in Pennsylvania added the kind of thrill rides that The Enchanted Forest eschewed while maintaining attractions for young children. In addition, two Virginia theme parks—King’s Dominion near Richmond and Busch Gardens near Williamsburg—opened their doors for the first time and they not only had attractions for young children but they also had thrill rides for older kids and adults. If you were a family in the 1970’s and 1980’s who had a child or two under 9 and had one child or more over 9 and you wanted to do a one-day family outing to a theme park, you were more likely to make everybody happy by choosing to go to either Pennsylvania or Virginia instead of The Enchanted Forest.

This resulted in The Enchanted Forest closing its doors for the first time in 1989. It reopened a few years later in 1994 only to have its doors close down for good once 1994 ended. Half of its land was converted into a shopping center while some of the smaller attractions were eventually ported over to the nearby Clark’s Elioak Farm.

I made a couple of videos about The Enchanted Forest a few years ago. One was a comparison between vintage photos of some of the attractions and the photos I took at Clark’s Elioak Farm.

The other was shot at The Enchanted Forest’s original location, which is now known as The Enchanted Forest Shopping Mall.

It was four years since I last visited Clark’s Elioak Farm and I decided to go back last November for a couple of reasons. One was that I had an idea for a future art project and I wanted to take some reference shots of goats. In addition, the stress from my recent divorce a few months earlier began to weigh heavily on me and I felt the urge to get away but I was too broke to take any kind of out-of-state trip with hotels and meals out. I decided to go back to Clark’s Elioak Farm because I knew it had plenty of goats and I thought I could just take an afternoon break away from my problems.

I went to that place the day before the last day the place would be opened to the public for the season. (Clark’s Elioak Farm is scheduled to open to the public again on April 1.) I brought my Canon DSLR camera intending to take pictures only of the goats but then I saw the gorgeous fall foliage all around the farm and I started to take more pictures than I intended—including the ones of the original Enchanted Forest attractions that I previously featured in my videos. (At least I have some high quality still photos of those attractions.  LOL!)

Unfortunately my five-year-old MacBook’s hard drive began to fail and I had to wait three weeks for my new MacBook to arrive, followed by the Christmas holiday season. So I wasn’t able to get around to uploading my pictures online until recently. Here are the pictures.

The front entrance to Clark’s Elioak Farm is a re-creation of the original castle entrance to The Enchanted Forest, including Rapunzel trapped in one of the towers and a lute-playing dragon.

Front Entrance to Clark's Elioak Farm

Front Entrance to Clark's Elioak Farm

Front Entrance to Clark's Elioak Farm

A small scarecrow was placed in the garden outside the entrance due to the recent Halloween season.

Front Entrance to Clark's Elioak Farm

A gingerbread man stands next to the map of Clark’s Elioak Farm.

Front Entrance to Clark's Elioak Farm

Cinderella’s Pumpkin Coach was originally a ride at The Enchanted Forest. Since it arrived at Clark’s Elioak Farm, the mice have been converted to sit-down benches while the coach is now a stationary place where people can peer inside to see the Prince place the glass slipper on Cinderella’s foot.

Cinderella's Pumpkin Coach

Cinderella's Pumpkin Coach

Cinderella's Pumpkin Coach

This cottage display was based on the fairy tale “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

This next display is of the dish and the spoon from the nursery rhyme “Hey Diddle Diddle.”

Hey Diddle Diddle-Dish and Spoon

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Humpty Dumpty.”

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty

This display is based on the end of the fairy tale “Jack and the Beanstalk” where Jack is climbing down the beanstalk with the goose who lays the golden egg with the giant in close pursuit.

Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack and the Beanstalk

Little Toot was once a boat ride that used to take people around a giant lake at The Enchanted Forest but he is now stationary. People can still board him and sit on the benches on deck.

Little Toot

Little Toot

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Rub-A-Dub-Dub.”

Rub-A-Dub-Dub

The next few pictures are of giant oversized sweets (a birthday cake, lollipops, and a cupcake) and mushrooms that once decorated The Enchanted Forest.

Giant Birthday Cake

Giant Lollipops

Giant Mushrooms

Giant Cupcake

During its days in The Enchanted Forest The Easter Bunny’s Home had live rabbits living inside the giant egg and people could view them through peepholes. Nowadays the same home houses stuffed animals.

Easter Bunny's Home

Easter Bunny's Home

Easter Bunny's Home

Next to the Easter Bunny’s Home is Mother Goose, which was once a ride at The Enchanted Forest but is now permanently grounded.

Easter Bunny's Home and Mother Goose

Robin Hood fends off a knight enemy while one of the card guards from “Alice in Wonderland” stands nearby.

Robin Hood and a Card Guard

This display is based on the fairy tale “Sleeping Beauty.”

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

This display is based on the fairy tale “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

This attraction has the Crooked Man sitting next to his Crooked House.

The Crooked Man and The Crooked House

The Crooked Man and The Crooked House

Here’s the teacher entering The Little Red Schoolhouse.

The Little Red Schoolhouse

The Little Red Schoolhouse

The Little Red Schoolhouse

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Jack and Jill.”

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill

This teacup and teapot were once cars in an “Alice in Wonderland”-themed train ride at The Enchanted Forest but they are now stationary places to sit.

Alice in Wonderland Teacups

Alice in Wonderland Teacups

Alice in Wonderland Teacups

This display is based on the fairy tale “Hansel and Gretel.”

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel

Some of the old Enchanted Forest displays were placed on open farmland while others were placed inside of a pine maze which people had to walk through to see the attractions. (I didn’t have much trouble with getting through the maze but for those who did, the farm’s gift shop had a maze map that one could purchase.) The next two photos show the entrance to the pine maze.

Entrance to the Pine Maze

Entrance to the Pine Maze

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Hickory Dickory Dock.”

Hickory Dickory Dock

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Mary Mary Quite Contrary.”

Mary Mary Quite Contrary

Here’s a cute brown bear.

Brown Bear

This bridge was once placed over a stream at The Enchanted Forest and it has the complete text to the nursery rhyme “Jack Be Nimble.”

Jack Be Nimble Bridge

Here’s Western-themed display of a teepee, horse, and wagon.

Tepee, Horse, and Wagon

Here’s a cute white bear.

White Bear

Here’s an elf-like creature.

An Elf or Imp

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Little Boy Blue.”

Little Boy Blue

This display is based on the fairy tale “Little Red Riding Hood.”

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

This display is based on the nursery rhyme “Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.”

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater

These next few photos are also based on “Sleeping Beauty,” except this one focuses on the princess’ early years when she was hidden away from the evil fairy who would have her put to sleep. This display also brings to mind the nursery rhyme “Rock-A-Bye Baby.”

Sleeping Beauty's Childhood Home

Sleeping Beauty's Childhood Home

Sleeping Beauty's Childhood Home

This sombrero once had a live mule underneath it when it was at The Enchanted Forest. These days it houses a fiberglass mule statue.

Sombrero and Mule

Sombrero and Mule

This display is based on the famous Aesop Fable “The Tortoise and the Hare.”

The Tortoise and the Hare

The Tortoise and the Hare

The Tortoise and the Hare

These two ducklings were once part of a ride at The Enchanted Forest. They are now stationary.

Ducklings

Ducklings

This next display is of The Merry Miller’s House.

The Merry Miller's House

The Merry Miller's House

This next attraction is a slide that I used to love going on as a child. The slide is based on the nursery rhyme “The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.”

The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe

The next few statues are of the dwarfs from the fairy tale “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”

The Seven Dwarfs

The Seven Dwarfs

The Seven Dwarfs

The Seven Dwarfs

The Seven Dwarfs

The Seven Dwarfs

This next display is based on the fairy tale “The Three Little Pigs.

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The Three Little Pigs

The next display is of Willie the Whale and the fisherman he swallowed whole.

Willie the Whale

Willie the Whale

Willie the Whale

While The Enchanted Forest in its heyday had a few rides that were suitable for young children, Clark’s Elioak Farm has only one ride—a tractor ride that provides a tour of the entire farm. I didn’t go on that one because, as you can see in the photo below, it was a very popular ride.

Tractor Ride

Tractor Ride

Since I arrived at Clark’s Elioak Farm on a lovely autumn day, I took a lot of landscape and fall foliage photos.

Clouds

Fall Foliage

Fall Foliage

Pumpkin Patch

Rural Landscape

Scarecrows

Rural Landscape

Fall Foliage

Clark’s Elioak Farm has a petting area where visitors can pet a variety of farm animals like goats, cows, pigs, chickens, a turkey, a horse, a pony, and even an emu. Even though I came to the farm to take reference shots of goats for a potential future art project, I ended up taking pictures of other types of animals as well mainly because I couldn’t resist.

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

Petting Farm at Clark's Elioak Farm

After spending the day at Clark’s Elioak Farm, I returned home a little bit more relaxed than I was before.

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