So how long did the park stay open? According to various online accounts, Tamsin Park was still hosting campers as late as 1997. Its glory days were passed, however, and the park eventually closed within a few years.
In 2003, according to the Cuyahoga Valley Arcadia Book, “the property laid idle awaiting annexation to Cuyahoga Falls and the construction of nearly 300 homes."
Indeed today, the former Tamsin Park property is home to a huge residential development called Hidden Lakes.
Although I haven’t had a chance to drive out there and take some pictures, some aerial views available online tell the story.
Remember the 1964 park map (below)?
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| Courtesy of Bing Maps |
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| Courtesy of Google Maps |
And what about the Indian Mill featured on the postcard (below)?
It was listed for a sale just a few years ago, and some listings from that era still survive online. Here’s a photo (below) courtesy of zillow.com.
Happily, the Indian Mill found new life in 2014 as the Wine Mill (below). Here’s a link to the restaurant’s Facebook page.
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Well, that wraps up my weeklong series on Tamsin Park. Hopefully, other people that camped there in its heyday will find these posts and enjoy some of the postcards and brochures.
To some, it might seem silly to be nostalgic about a campground that’s long gone. But you’ve probably figured out that it’s not just about the campground itself, or the real estate it sat on. For me, it’s about memories of a simpler time when my parents were both alive and my siblings and I were young and innocent.
Happy memories of camping, shared by anyone who ever pitched a tent in a wooded meadow, helped set up a pop-up camper or sat in the darkness in front of the glow of a warm campfire with their family, toasting marshmallows.
Tamsin was the perfect backdrop for those kinds of memories.
Be sure to visit my new 2-part series on Tamsin Park with additional postcards, as well as news articles!
To some, it might seem silly to be nostalgic about a campground that’s long gone. But you’ve probably figured out that it’s not just about the campground itself, or the real estate it sat on. For me, it’s about memories of a simpler time when my parents were both alive and my siblings and I were young and innocent.
Happy memories of camping, shared by anyone who ever pitched a tent in a wooded meadow, helped set up a pop-up camper or sat in the darkness in front of the glow of a warm campfire with their family, toasting marshmallows.
Tamsin was the perfect backdrop for those kinds of memories.
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UPDATE (August 12, 2020)Be sure to visit my new 2-part series on Tamsin Park with additional postcards, as well as news articles!
