Martin Van Buren National Historic Site

Martin Van Buren National Historic Site is a unit of the United States National Park Service located 20 miles (32 km) south of Albany, New York, or two miles south of the village of Kinderhook, New York in Columbia County. The National Historic Site preserves the estate and thirty-six room mansion of Martin Van Buren, the eighth President of the United States. Van Buren purchased the estate, which he named Lindenwald, in 1839 during his one term as President and it became his home and farm during his retirement.

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