The Central Vermont Railway Depot is a former train station in the village of Northfield, Vermont. It has been on the List of Registered Historic Places since May 1, 1975, and is the oldest building in Vermont to have once served as a railway depot.
Situated on the West end of Northfield's Depot Square green, the Central Vermont Railway Depot was once part of a relatively large complex of buildings supported by the Central Vermont Railroad, including the Northfield Wood Company and common railyard buildings. Today, many of these buildings still stand; some have been converted into small offices by modern companies (such as TDS Telecom), others are used as storage by a local hardware and lumber store, while many remain vacant. In the 1970s, the decline of industry in New England took its toll on the station, and it was forced to cease operation. After several years of increasing disrepair, the side wings were demolished. As of 2006, the two nearest rail stations still in operation are in Randolph to the South, and Montpelier to the North. Roxbury, a small village 10 miles (16 km) south of Northfield, had a rail station as well, which closed shortly after the Central Vermont Railway Depot.
The depot building is currently occupied by a Merchant's Bank location.
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