Frying Pan Park is a park located in Fairfax County, Virginia. It has a variety of attractions of both a historic and recreational nature.
The park contains the Frying Pan Spring Meeting House, listed on the National Register of Historic Places and dating from the 18th century, and the Old Floris Schoolhouse, constructed in 1911.
One of the attractions of the park is Kidwell Farm, a working demonstration farm. It recreates a 1930s farm and still has many animals including cows and horses. Frying Pan Park hosts many equestrian events throughout the year at the Activities Center, featuring an indoor riding arena and two outside rings, and has a 4-H club.
For many years turkeys pardoned in the National Thanksgiving Turkey Presentation were sent to live at Frying Pan Park. From 2005-2009 the turkeys were sent to live at Disneyland to act as grand marshalls in their Thanksgiving Day Parade. In 2010, the turkeys were sent to live at Mount Vernon, the estate and home of George Washington.
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